Adela, for most of our friendship there has been a consistent theme, one of the few things I ask from you. Not nudes 😉 I ask for you to smile. And like everything I do there are multiple reasons behind my request that we should unpack. First, you are absolutely at your most beautiful when […]
I’ve lost everything financially. my kids are insane brats. I’m stretched to the breaking point. And the woman I love is off being an attention whore, looking for a sugary thrill to fill her void for a second. NO. No. Flip it. I’m still alive, so I can still fight. I have my chance to […]
Forty days and forty nights of cold and silence. An externally imposed Lenten penance For sins imagined and real, Slights against your ego And daring to hope that you could feel A percent of what rages in my soul.
I still see you as an Angel, even if you believe you are Fallen.
When you sent me this via FB Messenger, I was stunned. Stunned by your beauty. I told you that it was the most beautiful, erotic thing I had seen and you didn’t believe me. I thought you the most exotic, erotic enigma Adela. I still think so.
There is much beyond our control: storms that buffet us and toss us as a little craft in the Great Sea. We are nigh on capsizing. And yet like Odysseus I will lash myself to the mast to never abandon you.
And then he said “what’s her number, because you really are awesome Joe.”
I do what I must again today, and let the winds carry her where they may. The storm tossed ship upon the sea Shall hopefully return someday to me.
You went into your semi-annual funk and Hate HG period in mid-October and came out of it in early November, 2018. I asked you to smile, trying to use a psychosomatic feedback loop to help you break out of your doldrums during that rough patch. It didn’t work but I kept trying to make you […]