Romance Twenty-Four Seven

I want to hear your voice across the miles, see your smile across the room. Feel your lips, and touch your soul.  

I wish I had the wings to fly, fly out the window and over the wall. Past the fields, over the borders, unfettered by the chains and gravity and inertia. To be as free as my beautiful butterfly, flitting from flower to flower, stopping only to feed and rest before the next adventure.

I desire you more than any before. I need you, need your touch. Crave your look, your attention. Hunger for the taste of your lips, to touch your cheek and your soul. I must have you, yearn for your presence, the feel of you in my life and arms and bed.

Maybe you remember The 1000 Levels of Love. Maybe you don’t. But I still love you lots.

The minds of man cannot comprehend the complexity of the female soul. From cuddle hungry to hangry, switching sweet to demon in less time than it takes to change channels, you and your ilk flash between extremes that we mere mortal men cannot decode or withstand. Beautiful yet saying you are ugly, shapely yet claiming […]

Sweet and thoughtful but always an afterthought. I can get a smile for a second but then it passes as quickly as a rainbow when the skies darken again. Try as I may to spark feelings and have them burn and warm your heart they flash and flame out in the smallest breeze, a puff […]

If I could make you see one tenth of how I see you, you would know how beautiful you are. If I could make you feel one tenth of the desire you inspire, you would know why my heart races at every message from you. If I could incite one tenth of the feels that […]

I call because I like your voice I like your face I like your laughter. Let’s be honest and succinct: I like you.