Heaven, to me.  

Dominant_Traits 50M
109 posts
7/24/2005 8:45 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Heaven, to me.

Crushing, crying, inside dying, folding, plated, life, sedated.
Held back, the reasons, the claims, the odds. Ne'er again will I know this.
In her eyes, there is a space for me. Feminine, and soft, and warm.

Like dust in a breeze, I seek to live, forevermore in the air she breathes.
What more can I ask of life than that?
Traveling into her lungs with ease, getting to know her from the inside out.

She shows me all, and nothing less. She lets me in, and I see things she can show no one but me. I hold her when she cries, from inside, from the places she hides herself. The places most will never go. I hold her when she smiles, for her, and for me.

She needs me, not in the usual ways. She needs me to be just me, the man who can let her in, and out again without restraint. Without condemnation. With acceptance, with heartfelt thanks for providing me the same.

You ask what I want in heaven, I have no wishes. Ask what I want in woman, you'll see her visage in my smile, and the light in my eyes.


sportsfan362436 48F

7/24/2005 11:40 pm

This sounds like the perfect relationship..... you both are lucky to have found each other. Honestly, (and a bit enviously), I could only hope to find this one day.
Take special care of one another.... like a rare rose awaiting to bloom.

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