“I Feed My Angels And My Demons. Set Them At A Table Before Me And We All Feast. Each Flashing Tooth

Prompt: worshiping her as an idol

I play, I praise, I work to churn her buttermilk to cream, whipped/ her presence is a celebration, her arrival is a gift/ i only crave what she supplies, rebuke what she denies/ seek blessings from her lips, find salvation between her thighs/ her touch and whispers are my holy scriptures, her embrace and moans are my hallelujah hymn/ in truth, genuineness, and intent she receives me as i am, grace and sin/ in her i want, i desire, i am fulfilled, for she is vital/ the only goddess i know is love, only love i know is you... in full bloom, when worshipped as an idol

-Pati3ntWo1f

900 words

I see - easily - 900 of the thousand words a photo is worth

And each one is a word of praise

To your effort and success

To your intent and vulnerability

To your compassion and critique

To your honest expression

To your physical beauty

To your mental wonderland

To your spiritual depths

To your loving heights

A pic is worth 1000 words…

And a 900 of mine are expressions of why I love you!

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“The magic of your waters... sweet and refreshing. The majesties of the wonderland that is your body, its valleys and peaks... breath-taking. The twinkle in your eyes, tempting me to look deeper and longer into the universe behind your eyes... mystifying. And i know this place is home... because that moon - same moon that’s in your sky - glows in my memories and dreams.” -Pati3ntWo1f

Thanx @geyashvecova for the inspiration!

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Neon Arctic Ice_211019)

There is an intimacy with this picture that resounds beyond any caption than makes this a meme… something beyond the laymen’s assesment at first glace - of a welcomed dominant and submissive interaction.

There is the resolution of a conversation deep within both parties. A trust exercise. A confessional. An acknowledgement. A belief. A calculated risk. A relief. A resolve.

I’d dont want to dominate… i want to build/venture/explore with you… both first and foremost…. That said… i only imagine the wolf within my passion being expressed with you.

She replies: Allowing me to submit doesn't necessarily mean you have to dominate.. it allows me to be safe.

I reply: That’s why I love you.

- Pati3ntWo1f (12192021)

Statement of Intent

You okay if I take some of that weight on my shoulders and I intent-fully commit myself to your honest expression - as a form of homage to self, respect, recognition, reverence, release, restructure, renew, reenergize, … and potentially so many other plusses that there can be no minus….? May I? Yes?

Statement of My Intentions:

I intend to not pressure but be an available reminder. I intend to not burden but to ease. I intend to not limit or define or expect. I intend to accompany, to balance, to provide presence and mutuality. I intend to do more by doing less. I intend to serve and not be served. I intend to stand in the gaps where i fit and be a reinforcing echo of your own intentions. I intend to be weightless but felt as support, safety, encouragement, reassurance. I intend to be complimentary and accepting of you as you are, however you are, wherever you are (in mind or spirit or emotion) at any given time.

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Follow me to you

“Feels great to step back from the moment and see yourself and how breath-taking you've become. I am priveleged that my attempts have reached u,through the fog and chatter; and that u let me lead u to my view point - from where I look upon all that is you. Any awe is not my doing. My credit is only leading you. The view, my view, what has inpspired each word of mine that has moved you to feel and question (in disbelief) how i could see, feel, speak into you as such... is solely you... your doing... your being.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

In Ways…

I Love You, too

In ways i feel and are still hard to explain

(Smile) I just said hard to explain - haha…

It is on the fringe of what i’ve known (experienced)

Often one love is an accumulation of all the loves one can mimic from experiences of receiving them…

Then there is the “intent filled love” often spawned from one’s recognition and will for something different/deeper/wider/enveloping/freeing/more…

Then after that is the comfortably imagined.. the beginning of “not possible” or “that’s just emotional romantics” or “only in books or movies or poems” or even “beyond (me/us/this lifetime/possibility/deservedness)…

I Love You there! … and bravely desiring the beyond,

Into the unknown vacuum of Our Nature, Our emotional ecosystem, Our science, spirit and wonder… naturally creatively creating Our Love…

Our Loving…

Countless…

In (Our) Ways…!

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It is innate, an unthought action that comes automatically, an impulse with meaning and a goal, an instinct...

To gaze back with the intensities of fear and intrigue and excitement and belonging, to anticipate the risk and its thrill, to be entranced ever so helplessly yet ever so willingly, to respond...

Of the spectacle of sparks continuously reflecting your passioned outlook on me and this world, of being within heats’ range of burning desire’s furnace tempting such cure from my heart’s cold, of the nature that attracts moth to flame i am also beckoned and baited and boisterous, of my own impassioned and sincere convictions...

And yearn to dance within the radiance of your cinders and ambers, and tempt fate by how closely i position myself to rest and stoke your fires to flicker as though enraged with enjoyment, and crave the lullaby of your luminance and caress every hue of you with adoration and acceptance, and approach your goddess with agape and adventure and without admonishment.

- Pati3ntWo1f (100220)

While Listening to https://youtu.be/R7a6sr45YmE

While listening to ‘It’s You’

If we were to only get 9 minutes … this lifetime… only 9 minutes more of each other… I would spend 8 minutes and 29 seconds making this song our immediate reality, this rhythm the metronome to our hearts intertwining dance, these chords as emotional fireworks bursting in the splendor and beauty of our chemistry…

… and enjoying all else we give freely to each other…

And the last 31 seconds… I will spend holding you with endless intent, and infinite presence, and present purpose … and repeatedly whisper these words - gently grazing your lips with mine as I repeat -

“I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime. I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime. I’ve Loved You & Will Love You Forever. I Will Find You Every Lifetime.”

… until I’ve exhausted each fraction of our 9 minutes, …

and with your scent in my nose, your taste on my tongue, your voice in my ear, your aura in my sights, and your unmistakable energy surging over my flesh… I will begin my way back to you… again, and again, and again.

-Pati3ntWo1f (02082022)

“It is like I have a cast over my heart, and a sling to hold it in place. Hidden. Unseen behind the smiles and jest and seemingly well wishes and responses. And there are the special ones… that somehow seem to sign the cast - leaving their mark, with no intent to stay or return when I heal… if I heal.”

-Pati3ntWo1f (03102020)