Ok, I think you have a very strong sense of humour, maybe it’s not humour, maybe it’s just your nature..
The one they called love, I am trying not to sound spiritual, but I can’t help it, your ways have sipped too deep into me that I can’t even try another path for fun.
I think many times that you just got one willing creation and decided to use them after they fell for the trap you crafted long before they was created, but then…
Even as I write this, I know too much to relate with this experience as a trap, I know it’s mercy and Love, but right now, I decided to not see it that way.
Because it will spoil my expression, i don’t get to this point so often, yet now, I am here, I know it won’t last, so while it lasts, I would rant…
I have always been willing to jump, some times I was conscious of the jump I took, other times I waited for you to throw me over, I have rebelled, i have obeyed and I have also watched you carry me many other times, I think I have gone a full cycle
Yet all the journeys seemed to end the same way, clear lessons to learn, I know I became better, I felt your love still, but it seems like you’re not done right? What are you cooking? Huh?
Whose gonna eat this meal you’re preparing? Isn’t it sweet enough? Haven’t I been fully formed enough? I feel you calmly looking down at me, I know your loving eyes when they are baring down on me, I don’t like that they make me vulnerable, yet I know I can’t breathe without them..
I have come so far, different approaches, different methods, different experiences, different lessons, I became a better person after each, not because I really cared, but I know you put in me the child-like heart I required to get past each experience with the right perspective.
Why do you always let me come this far? Yet I can’t say I came this far, even when I willingly went against my will and your will… You didn’t let me take the glory of knowing that I was disobedient at my own will?
You still prove to me that you were the one that placed the measure of rebellion in me, just sufficient to allow me step into the right training ground..
How do I tell the people after me that you were perfecting me? I guess I don’t need to tell them, the fruits will scream into their ears
Ok, I have ranted, I hope you were listening, at least give me the privilege of knowing that I could rant.
I love you, it’s not like I have a choice, I am a hopeless, romantic and lovestruck being, I can’t even hold myself, I melt when you look me in the eyes, seems you made for yourself an object just meant for receiving love.
Where can I hide from your love, you keep baring down on me, I can hear you in my ears, I feel you on my skin, the goose bumps are waiting to pop out, every touch from you sends me to rest, I am lost in your loving eyes, they seem like a maze I have to find my way in…
How did i get here? Futile question, i know you made me for your pleasure..
Uhmm I like it.
Yea I do…
I just don’t always like the experiences at the beginning,
You have never let me out on my own no matter how dark I tried to paint the tunnel you placed me.
If it takes you forever to fix me into what you want, I know you will be willing to put up with it…
You’re working in me,
You’re chasing me,
I am being pursued by the very love that I pursue
I have nothing worth holding onto, outside of you.
I am love struck, I need you to hold me closer, the last grip didn’t feel tight enough, each time you let me go, a desire for more swells up In me, I am throwing all caution to the wind, I am falling hard this time, and if there’s a next time… I will fall even harder, keep me falling..
Wonder working, breath taking lover, you’re tossing my mind like a pinball, back and forth, each time I land against your heart, I rebound with a new expression of you, dripping with love, I can’t crack, even if I did crack, i would release a perfume for a generation unborn.
Calling you father, doesn’t seem sufficent any longer, I want to go deeper, out of this realm in my expressions to you, for you, with you and in you..
I came here to rant, and you turned it to a love note, i’m done here, I can’t even trust you to let me be myself anymore..
You always bring beauty from everything that concerns me. I am here sitting and punching at my key pads and I know there’s a tendency for the storms to rise again after this note..
But I will keep running, chasing after you, Its my glory, you’re worth the pursuit.
Yet it’s your pleasure.
It’s me,
Your love.
Still waiting for your next touch
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