It Is Innate, An Unthought Action That Comes Automatically, An Impulse With Meaning And A Goal, An Instinct...

Be my E

Be my ecstasy

Quicken the pace of my heart

Lightly dress confidence over my vulnerability

Just enough

Lead me to get lost

In the sensation of your touch

Timeless these moments

Ours

Tempt me to obsess, ensensed

How gooooood you feel against my skin

Every sound you make

A cascading serenade

With my heart, my thoughts, my body

I dance

Swayed by you

-Pati3ntWo1f

Complimentary Souls

May our bodies be

instruments, and may

our vibrations of intent

be received as song

May its wordless serenade

awaken the infinite within

us, and our galaxies

- down to the atom -

dance and create a chemistry

That only complimentary souls

can.

-Pati3ntWo1f

Two Moons

A hidden universe with 2 moons and No Sun. Yet they glow. Reflecting the other’s light. Never knowing from which the glow shown first. There was no conception... they ever were and always been. Two moons. Not twins. Complimentary. Two moons... and deep seas, colored the shades of earth’s sky at sunset. Here tides move differently. The swells are emotional. The ever starry skies are a daily devotional to the countless beauties they create out of any moment. These two moons. Revolving around each-other, their gravity is felt like magnetism, a tingling in the air. They almost seem to stare... endlessly delighted with the other, yearning for the other. Its sensual the way they eclipse, seamlessly one. The universe is electric. And they are... Mmmmm... inspiring.

-Pati3ntWo1f

Call this... “Us”

... She trustfully replied, “whatever you want to do...”

... I explained...

“Passionately... Intensely... Thoroughly... Genuinely... Intimately... Intentionally...

I wanna wander through your thoughts, igniting romantic flame after romantic flame, until the glow is visible within your smoltering stare...

And its warmth is emitting through your supple skin...

And then we can cast playful shadows across the ceiling, as we dance in flames of desire stoked between us...

The friction of our bodies creating a fireworks show...

I'll submit my vulnerability as sage for us to smudge... and cleanse through the steam created from the moiture of our kisses, the sweat of our bodies, your gateway to...

Paradise...

Our emotions flowing slow yet momentous - in some state between solid and liquid - my magma crashing into your ocean...

The heat our your intensified breathing... on my neck, my chest...

Us, both, unable to form words... we create a new language of sounds and exhales and pauses...

This is tantric... this is medatative... exotic and erotic... profound and provacative... deep yet weightless... beautifully fierce...

I’m using my lips like extra fingertips... just because i’m so in love with how you feel - idk if this can be even called a kiss...

But with this, I christen each inch of you as beautiful... each touch of yours as magical... each breath of yours as sacred...

And being unwrapped from my guards and masks... and then soulfully interwined, purely, with you -spectacular you - is surely beyond incredible...

I am entranced by the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of what you do to me.. for me... with me...

I am passioned by every thought of you... we are what others would call "impossible"...

We call this... ‘Us’...”

-Pati3ntWo1f (10202019)

Questioning Butterlfies

“After the determined caterpillar climbs its heights and death defyingly dangles from its limbs and commits to a CrossFit Games effort to cocoon itself… there is nothing to say that its cocooned transformation is painless. In a state too vulnerable for the everyday elements it exists in, left with a shield like barrier and itself, it submits itself to a process that literally resculpts its entire being. And there is no evidence that it just slumbers peacefully; or basks - spa like - im a sauna of in-depth and intrinsic and intimate transformation. Physically and mentally. This being is being equipped to fly. One, that could only walk, is now expected to be adept to and have the awareness of one whose means of transports is inexperienced and virtually unfathomable. And there is no evidence that this transformation is painless. As such, I no longer imagine or anticipate my transformative moments or years to be pleasant, or calm, or comfortable. I now prepare for the fears of vulnerability; the burns of recasting my metaphorical heart; the blunt traumas of forced change; the spasms of exhaustion; the fatigue of trying to understand and link past, through my present into my future. And there is no promise that I can even fathom the awareness, comprehension, and/or the innate instinct that i will become. I wish that I could ask the transforming caterpillar: ‘What keeps you going? Do you even know what a butterfly is? Do you even want to change?’ Because I have been burdened, I have climbed and begun to cocoon myself (out of instinct, off of reaction) and amidst being fully committed to seeing this transformation through - I’m finding myself vastly under-aware and under-prepared… and that is slowly becoming okay. I remind myself to, ‘Trust your Nature’... and then… forcefully Trust my Nature , again… until I have transcended form - anew.” - Pati3ntWo1f (09132019)

“I feed my angels and my demons. Set them at a table before me and we all feast. Each flashing tooth and fang and clawing for their choice morsels to be selfishly consumed. It's interesting how often their influence subsides and their interests change and move on, once they’ve sampled what they desire. I am slave to no vice. Our satisfactions and displeasures will forever change. See, the awakening I’ve come to is this… my angels, my demons, they are MINE. So I nurture them and discipline them the same, as though pets or subservient subjects to my Mastery and Sovereignty.” - Pati3ntWo1f

DAYDREAMING SOMETHING Mmmmm!

I’d shower with you

I wish

I’m daydreaming rn

You out the shower…

1st time we’ve shared such a space

Based off our interactions & now face 2 face again, you trust your intuitions more… our magic is more real

So you walk out in just your towel - wrapped just enough around you to keep warm, hide nipples, and tease treasure

Eye contact

We both smile

Words not needed

You took the trusting step and we both recognize and celebrate it with excitement

I say “let me help you”

I come over. Grabbing the towel i spin you to where your back is to me, but i have control of the towel…

I move your hair and dry your back

Your waist… never fully reaching your front 😉

Then i say “excuse me” as i spread your legs futher apart, drop down, and dry from your inner thighs to toes

Your right leg

Then your left

While on one knee i ask you… “turn around, please?”

Never looking up, i begin at your feet

Left shin

Left knee

Back down to right shin

Right knee

As i adjust the towel in my hands, i look up at you

And ask if you are cold

With the towel as i need it i shuffle closer, face less than an inch from your skin

Exhale so you feel the warmth of my breath on your drying skin

(And to compose myself, because what your eyes are saying is str8 starting shit 😜)

I pat. I dab the towel, that is wrapped behind you right leg - across the front of your lower thigh… working my way up

And just before…. I switch to your lower left thigh… doing the same

I Lick my lips

And ask…

“May I?”

I kiss just under your belly button

My warm lips are contrary to the cold touch from the tip of my nose

Your body reacts

As it does you realize where my hands are, as they supportively grip you to go no where

I kiss lower, as my right arm begins to lift your left thigh

You reach for balance (wall, chair, bed, door, whatever it there)

I lick my lips again as you look to see why i slightly paused

You can sense my breathing has changed

And u like it’s intensity

I put your left thigh on my shoulder, adjust my kneeling accordingly

And lick between your lips gently

Letting my anxiety to taste you be your moisturizer

I gently lick again

Ever lower

Ever closer

Till my moisture is met with yours,…

Just after, your clit gets the first glimpse of what this tongue can do

I can taste you

How ready you are, only deepens my breath

Exhaling want and desire, you can feel its warmth

As i quickly say “Let me” before i dive in - never allowing you to respond (verbally)… only to respond (physically) as i spell the alphabet in lowercase and capitals until i learn (from your reaction) your letters of the day

Lowercase “L”

Capital “W”

Lowercase “A”

Lowercase “E”

I grip your waist as you teach me your code to unlock your goddess

Until i stop

Because as a gentleman, i need you not to strain… and standing is getting difficult

I just stop and stand

Place my right hand on the side of your face

Gently turn your head to your left

Lean into where our bodies touch and my lips are grazing your neck, just below you ear

And i say …

“Mmmm. Baby? I need you to lay down.”

You move without words, but i hold you in place

In the same spot i speak - while embracing you closer…

“May I… do more?”

You take a few steps back as i lead you, like we are ballroom dancing

You lay back on the bed

I return to my selfishness, tasting my way to your clit’s password

You can sense how i like it when you slip from receiving to giving - trying to ride my tongue

As you become more expressive, i only come up to quickly say things like:

“Let go”

“That’s it”

“Gimme”

“I want you to cum”

“Good girl”

And very possibly, if your day was as stressful/eventful/energy-draining as recent days

Then after your climax

I savor the flavors you gifted me, as i calmly grab the lotion

And begin to lotion you like we should have done 3 orgasms ago

I ask you to roll on your back, as i finish and our eyes talk for us

I intermittently place kisses here and there

You lay on your left as we embrace and i tease you with kisses and talking - where my lips intentionally run gently against yours

I get lost in your eyes again

Start rambling

You smile. Put your finger over my lips… &

Kiss me like there is no such thing as an ending

And roll onto your right side… keeping my arms around you like it’s the only blanket you have

I slightly adjust to be as comfortably close as possible

We snuggle

I move your hair and kiss the back of your neck

And say “thank you”

You roll over to be face to face

I break eye contact to admire your body… and bring my eyes back to yours

Never breaking eye contact i take a deep breath in and exhale

My eyes become more sincere

You see my truthfulness b4 i say a word

I smile (as you always make me do)

And say…

“Thank you for sharing your pleasures with me.”

I swear whatever exists beyond this life can be seen - in glimpses - in your pleasures

Eyes

Smile

Voice

Body

Mmmm…!

I love your language

-the end

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pati3ntwo1f (04272023)

“The pain you endure is not a total waist of energy or obstruction of progress ... such pressures create gems... takes ones willpower and being and refines it... like a sifting to find gold or a pressing to of grapes into wine... time and pressure has an ability to purify...

You are sweet pineapple juice- concentrate... a spiced rum distilled... a spring, welled from the frigid of a mountain top, that exists as stream and river and rapids and waterfall... all providing life to the ecosystems you pass through and spawn...

Said simply: Your Pains have yielded you a better quality standard. Others drink from the well, but you are top shelf. Don’t offer of yourself for less.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

Well…

Just bathe in my praises. Soak in them. Let them warm, rinse, clean… play in it, rest in it… submerge yourself at will, float on a whim, dip whichever and all the parts of you on a want. Praises will keep flowing from my lips. My well of expression will never run dry. It’s yours!

- pati3ntwolf (07092023)

My Pleasure, My Joy

Experiencing you is my Pleasure

Pleasuring you is my Joy

I wanna feel what else you can do to me... and return the sensation 3 fold

I wanna lose track of time and space and being,by being with you... and just become something else, together

I want your heart beating against mine; your lips amidst my own; your arms and legs enveloping me; your ass in my hands...

Your passion riding the tip of my tongue; your imagination balancing on the tips of my fingers, awaiting your command... I wanna be inside your endless intimacy

I want Lust to flow freely, but have no taste, because greater emotions overwhelm our palate

Mmmm... gimme you, please

I wanna incite a confirmation for each thought i have ever thought of you... via your undressing kiss, your clutching hold, your magnetic intensity, and/or your sensual whisper

I wanna learn you in ways you didn’t know you can be learned... and purposefully exploit that knowledge for your agreed benefit

I want our intimacy to be the ultimate antidote against anything this life can bring... and be the only elixer i get drunken off of... and be as spectacularly nourishable as miracles of multiplying fish and bread... and as promising as a land of milk and honey

-Pati3ntWo1f (11262019)