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It has almost been a year since my skin touched hers.  The goddess of my world, the angel of my soul, the demon of my desires, our passion rivals no other.  It is within the conversations and letters that we have written to each other that I have discovered how much life she has.  She is filled with tenderness, she is filled with opinions, and she is the most wonderful lady I have ever known. Whatever I might be to her, she is the most glorious creature and elegant beauty that enraptures my heart.

    Our commitment is held fast on friendship, yet something so much stronger exists between us.  We dance around each other as in the tribal dance around a fire in the middle of the night while the moon is full.  Our howls of abandonment, our growls of defiance, Our bark is not a word to be messed with.  When I look into her eyes, my animal spirit takes hold and joins with her animal spirit. Engaging, thrusting, letting the tongue slide and slow to be much closer to its rendezvous point.  We kiss, we touch, we hold…

    I will carry her to the farthest limits of psychological bliss.  We shall heal many wounds in our time of remembrance.  It is a time of unity where one heart beats against another. She is my fulfillment in life, I let her have full knowledge of who I am, and Trust her as no other.  As sweat falls from our bodies, we will achieve total ecstasy again and again…and to walk in the night, to play in the day, to be two lost Lovers in a crazy and mad world.  It is the fantasy she most enjoys sharing with me.  She has told me many times that she has dreams that make her happy.

    When I bring peace to her mind, when her emotions are calm, when her soul is filled with joy, she knows I have given her my faith.  The faith that believes in the future, the faith that understands friendships and making homes, the faith that we all seek to embrace from day to day.  And I am filled with her hope, a hope of life that’s simple and fun, a hope of family and kinship, even a hope that men and women do have a life together when they fall in love.  Everyday I am away from her my heart and soul dream dreams of her.

 

 

Thomas A. SUTOR

P.O. Box 2343

Lompoc CA 93438

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