A HUMP DAY TO YOU, US.

You are a mere mortal.  Every morning you get up and engage in a routine.  You work hard.  Your body is a temple…most of the time. However, you know when it’s time to relax and venture into that tiny hedonistic part in you. When there is an opportunity to just enjoy life, you seize that moment, although secretly you wish there were many more of those. Yet, you are a man of control and regimen, so sacrifices are made.

Oh, do you have such a vivid imagination! This is the pleasure of sacrifice. Please take me on more of those journeys.

The Wanton Us.

I’m not sure if you realize the effect you have on me. There are times when my body and mind are so overwhelmed with desire that I wish for the wantonness of us. The language we speak is secret and only we can decipher this lustful code. I know I am motivated by your enthusiasm and focus. The opportunity to go deep, knowing that deep doesn’t mean drowning but rather discovery.

 Its wonderful to be able to know a person even if you don’t know all of the tiny details about their life. In context, its not significant. I feel what you give me. I feed off of your profound energy and beg for more of it.  I smile on the fond memories we created, knowing the road is long.  I’m wrapped with the warmth of how we have grown in our own ways. I do not bear that map but it is instinctual.