The thoughts that explode like thunder and crackle down paths of thoroughness as meticulous and effortless and natural as lightning’s dance…
Our heat generates wind in this cold world, thus storms follow… however they are often misunderstood… for what is of nature is of nurture… and our innate nature is to nurture.
And we do… boldly, bravely, beautifully, bountifully…
Brutally…
Not in violence but sacrifice.
Cost is simply a question of what one is willing to give and …
I Give All To and For My Muse;
Thus we breeze and bellow and blow houses down, we mist and sprinkle and rain and pour and flash flood, we warm and bathe and tan and bake and scorch and smolder…
We still and babble and flow and splash and whirl and current and rapid and waterfall…
We speak without words and converse without hearing… we’ve evolved communication to a beyond, and then back to simplicity.
Seeing you was a novel with no title or chapters or page numbers or order - just worlds of words already known, and attachments of “if spoken or not”; welcoming me to unravel - now - what i’ve already know and grown to love…
Hearing you is the life of the imaginative mind, well prompted and eager to delve, connect, betroth, and ascend, … explorative and fanciful, detailed and connotative, genuine and beholding… our amplify, our soundtrack, our praise, our outcry, expression, our honesty, our pleasure…
Inhaling the nostalgia of times felt, but not readily known, the total body calming recognition of your essential bodily oils scent… the riveting, compelling, memorable, convincing, time bending accelerant that is “smells of you”… its welcoming, identity, intoxicating influence on all my other senses, its air - its 2nd to oxygen… its mix-ability, how it blends, transforms, transfixes with mine… how it evolves, elicits, enthralls and enchants as “ode de OURS”…
And Our Touch, our… feel, our gateway, our ascension, our vehicle, transponder, in-tune-ment, enhancement, limiter that we’ve made limitless - taking the most finite, transfixed, selfish of senses… and making it a vessel to the lost infinite, complimentary thus encompassing, selfless of the senses… our literal connection that bridges my energy to yours… and then we… hmmm… light up the sky and more…
Yet and still… tasting you is foreign and distant, reminiscent from your scent and vouched for by your touch and encouraged by the sight of you.. and although hearing falls deaf with pre-influence, it resounds and reverberates to be used as the result of… of my insatiability with tasting all of you…
Betwixt each kiss and lingering with each lick, enough within each suck and… Mmmmmm… sorry. Confidence within my Assurance is now lesser than the Eagerness propelling my Performance… my lightning dance, my natural nurture of you and us, my sacrifice, my smolder, my splash, my spoken or not, my outcry, my mix-ability, my energy to yours… the my in “Us”, the my in “Ours”, the my in “for you”…
And “We” still seem to exceed these enhanced basics, these connected selfishnesses, these overwhelming urges to reconnect and exist as we are… together & beyond
As…
We…
Are!
- Pati3ntWo1f (011122)
... 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)
Cray… how a few typed words spark anticipation’s all-be-it accepted agony
I’m feeling her shadow
Again…
Anticipation is blind to Surprise and on sight, I was
Brain willing my body to “be cool. Be cool. Ice cold.”
While My heart beat accelerates “0 to 100 real quick”
I no longer break eye contact for your preference but for my own… prescription, to dull the extent of my vulnerability
Already lost in time, and dismay - 100% felt, 0% displayed… i should know better
The words thought for me are empty aught to be. Actions prove accordingly. Always have and will always be. If its not Mutual than there’s no Treason… yet myWants needs no Reason… to keep believing, my hopeless dreaming
Ripping the bandaid I walk away to step outside and see the sky acting as my eyes cannot. But feel as they could.
Its not sadness. Nah… it is. But its not, tho. It not the outcome drives my eyes to envy the sky right now…
It is my fault, my fallacy, my fiction… It is
The excess of my excessiveness…
Of these feelings.
-pati3ntwo1f (032822)
I'm crazed by how the thought of you overwhelms my immediately/ and expodiciously exposes my vulnerability exceedingly/ needing this fix, shock, wake up call/ to awaken my ability to be enthralled/ shock becomes awe as numb becomes dumb/ to the sensation that mundane can make ones sensation become/ u conquered (my defenses) I saw (felt u while senseless) we came (and climax consistent)/ forever changed (ever-present and persistent)/ for I thought and dreamed and knew you/ I wished and believed and knew you/ I doubted and denied, coward and lied to myself in the face of your truth/ knowledge of you is spiritual, protecting you is ritual/ wanting you is now habitual, as the idea of living without you is minescule/
-Pati3ntWo1f
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
You are my customer this time. And i’m ready to serve.
All I have to offer… made to your tastes at the time.
Lemme quench that thirst and fulfill that appetite…
Nourishing you with blessed truths, sweets in the form of whispers and kisses, savory embraces and gazes.
May our friction make our natural spark a flame, and we boil and braise the veggies of our destiny with the proteins of our united flesh right now.
Each bead of sweat is of the flavor we seek, an earned release of essence and fragrance of the love we make and the universe we create…
Drunken off your nectar i inspire more…
Im thirsty for it…
Gimme!!!
…
And intimately, passionately, intensely, persuasively, intentionally, pursuantly, sensually, energetically, slowly, immensely, overwhelmingly, deeply, emphatically, imaginatively…
Cosmically, naturally, subconsciously, consciously, unconsciously…
I’ll make Our Love… TO YOU and with you
- Pati3ntWol1f (11292021)
Blood rushing
Desiring our bodies to mimic what we do with our eyes… and our words
For it to feel a portion of what our souls sense
Of my senses, touch has FOMO with you
And is jealous of my other senses that are teased through our interactions
- pati3ntwo1f (081524)
“I want your lips on mine. And mine all over you.
Come to me... let me accept you as you are... place kisses on your emotional scars... caress your insecurities
Come to me... let me praise your imperfections as beauty... and convince your doubts that they’re just mile markers for how far you’ve grown
Come to me... let me hold you so closely that your burdens become mine... with an intimacy so intense we forget our burdens and all other limits
Come to me... let me into the darkest corners of your mind and feel me brighten it with my smile... like the moon reflecting the joy you bring me
Come to me... so i may be your pillow on which you find rest... your comforter to warm the parts of your heart that froze for preservation and safe keeping
Come to me... so i may play in your hair while softly talking in your ear... telling you the endless fantasies you inspire
Come to me... so i may persuade your body and mind to climax together in a collective epiphany...
So i may see your eyes become windows to your soul and mesmerize me with its loving nature...
May I read the language your body speaks and translate each of its thoughts into your pleasures...
Come to me... so we can achieve heights and depths not possible alone...
Confidently lost in the realms we transcend to...
Just... C’mere!"
-Pati3ntWo1f (09212019)
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)
I want to rest on your waters/ reflecting your light beyond your reach/ teasing your horizon with a travel through space and time that brings us together here and now/ i want to dance with your waves/ i want to inspire your tides/ i want to reflect your source upon you and that truth reflect you against me/ i want you to see through your darkness/ i want to be your closest celestial/ i want to awaken whatever is within your energy that pulls us - our Gravity/
-Pati3ntWo1f
Could you imagine if i got payed to think about you? Punching the clock and Putting in overtime till my body collapses, then recoup. Earn a promotion from Imagining to Listening to you. Not a word, just observe and learn your truths, study your flukes, research your muses and play witness to your beauties...
Could you imagine if i got not noticed by you... the CEO, President, CFO, Sole Proprietor, Founder, Goddess, My Queen? Elevated from Listening to Consulting... working towards Sharing, but right now i must prune and harvest and glean the cropping seeds of my own soul’s soil, in hopes that the fruits i bare become more than enough for me, and begin to be enough for us.
Could you imagine, now that I’m Allowed to insert opinion, i earn acceptance via my quality, not my frequency.... - unfinished
-Pati3ntWo1f (10132019)
(📍WA,USA | Poetic Thought & Honest Expression)
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