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~ FE + 3 ~ These symbols represent a simple concept. When you have found your soul mate as I have you understand that one lifetime does not explain the phenomenon of instant recognition or a passion that seems to never end whether it be physical or spiritual. Time is of no consequence as there is a knowing that you have been together once before, perhaps many times and no matter what comes you will always find your way to each other lifetime after lifetime. The intimacy has no restrictions. You love completely from a place deep within your soul without fear. You are safe, you are home, you are as one, you are complete. I have found such a love, and we made a promise to each other the moment we realized what we were to each other. That no matter what life brings, no matter how our lives might take us from each other, we will always find our way back. We will always do as we are destined to do, we will search till we have found each other once again, and we will love as only soul mates can. You are my heart. You are my soul. You are my spirit. Forever and Ever plus Three Lifetimes This being only the beginning, never an ending. |
~ The Rocking Chair ~ It is well into the night, I find myself awakened by the stillness of this night. I leave our bed gently not to wake you. Taking a blanket walking to the chair sitting by the large windows. I open the windows to hear the sounds of the fast approaching morning. Birds singing gentle breezes whispering, it will be hours before the first rays of dawn beckon. I wrap the blanket around me as there is still a bit of a chill in the air. Sitting in the rocker, knees bent with the blanket snug around my body, I rock quietly watching you sleep. The peacefulness on your face, the rhythm of your breathing, your body's form a wonder to my eyes and my heart. This graceful gentle wonderful man. How is it you touch my spirit so? Rest my weary lover for I will watch you this night and keep you safe till you waken to me. Smiling I claim the memories of this night and wonder at the new ones we will create when you wake I watch. |
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~ Looking North ~ It is 3am on a dark sultry southern night. I am restless and cannot sleep. Pacing through the house, searching for something. Not sure of what, going into the backyard I feel the breeze and the sky alit with stars. I know were to look. I get into my truck driving east to Freeport Texas, it is not far yet I have a deep desire to see the gulf waters, this will center my restless soul. Arriving at the beach, so quiet and peaceful, the only sounds are the waves crashing towards the shore. I sit at the edge of the water, letting the music of the water soothe my restless heart. Gazing across the vast expanse of water, my head and heart turn northward. My eyes close, recapturing a memory of our lovemaking at a place very like this isolated place. Almost in an instant, I feel his spirit reaching towards me, surrounding me, I am at peace. I have found you. You were in my heart all along. |
~ Bantam Lake ~ I am sitting on a large boulder, overlooking Bantam Lake Ct. The house is off in the distance, I can see the lights but here is just quiet. A time of reflection. The water is gently lapping the shoreline, the sounds of the night somehow comforting. The stars bright and shining down on the somber creature below. Sitting here with a blanket wrapped around me to protect me from the chill. My mind starts to wander to the wonderful memories I have shared with my Lover. The cranberry bogs, the limo, the carriage ride, and many more. A soft smile comes to my lips as all of a sudden I no longer feel quite so alone. The memories surrounding my heart with a soft gentle caress. I feel his spirit next to me this night. |
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~ Dream of These ~ Sleep well, dream of things magical. Dragons in flight, talking clouds, spirit guides, fields of the most magnificent flowers, knights and damsels, shining armor, swinging ropes to let you fall into a lake of crystal blue, in the shade of a castle of old, Beds made of feathers large and soft, fireplaces the size of a man, rooms full of history and tales of legends. Alas to walk these times and if by chance you look to a towering window, and see long red hair braided and hanging for her lover prince to climb. It is me, waiting for you. |
~ Drifting ~ I have been lying in my hammock in the backyard. The warm breeze gently playing against my skin. As I rock to and fro, my hair fans around me, teasing me with the wisps loose around me by the breeze, tickling. I have been reading a biography about Richard Burton, interesting man, deep, intellectual, brooding, intense, full of demons like the rest of us. It is well written and quite absorbing. He references Dylan Thomas the poet often. I will have to find my book of his works, it has been a long time since I joined my thoughts to his words. The sun is beginning to fade. Watching the colors darken, getting richer, deeper, more somber. Putting the book down, I close my eyes. The rocking of the hammock soothing, slow and gentle, rhythmic, repeated motion. I find this gentles me, but as my mind begins to wander, my thoughts travel to a far away place. Searching, reaching, remembering words, the thoughts of this gentle man. Willing my spirit to soar, fly to him, just for an instant to touch his, a soft kiss on the wind. A whisper of a thought. A touch of my personal aura. To let him know he is in my heart at this moment in time. |
~ Feeling Your Spirit Near ~ As I see your name fade from the screen bracketed as you go off line, a wistful sense of loss surrounds my spirit. The smile on my lips begins to fade as I know it is late and I must go to bed. Turning off the computer it seems as if the last tendril of connection is about to disappear...but it has to be. You are not there it is only a screen after all. I go to my room undressing slipping your worn t-shirt over my head brushing out my hair letting it fall down over my shoulders to rest long against my back. Looking into the mirror I see this woman that is me, but such a sense of melancholy in her expression. Leaning to turn off the light I climb into my bed stretching adjusting the pillows feeling the roll of the waterbed's waves. Somehow soothing this weary soul tonight. Letting it rock me gently lulling my senses into a deep sleep. The last conscious thought of this man I love. A smile touches my lips. I dream. I see myself walking towards you standing on a cloud waiting for me. Arms stretched open giving such a feeling of warmth and safety. Beckoning me towards you the promise of such passion lying just beneath the surface. As I approach you your face lights with a radiant smile which emanates from deep within your spirit. Enticing my own to freely walk within your arms. As they encircle me pulling me closer my body fitting to yours my spirit entwining with yours my passion rising to yours our lips meet. Looking into your eyes seeing knowing YES we will love this night. Slowly we lay down in the soft cloud of our making cushioning us as we two single spirits become as one once again. |
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| I would like to give a special thanks to Limo51@aol.com, for the beautiful painting titled Lady And Leafs, this person is truly a gifted artist. |
~ The Front Porch ~ Am sitting outside on the porch. There is a wonderful swing there for two. The sun is shining and bright, birds singing, flying from tree to tree, gulls chattering. The garden is alive with growth all greens and various colors of the flowers. The bees are buzzing softly weaving through the plants. The warmth of the day lulling my senses letting my imagination roam to were it will. The smell of fresh cut grass, the smell of ocean breezes, my senses filled with all the sounds and aromas to guide me to the most incredible imagery. This is turn leads me to you. You are sitting beside me. My head resting against your shoulder. Your arms around me. No words necessary as our hearts speak to each other in silence. The gentle rocking of the swing, soothing, and in an odd way very sensual. I reach my hand to your face and stroke you. The incredible feeling of connection to you so very strong, I need to touch you and make sure this is real. That you are not an apparition, but truly with me today. You turn to me, gently cradling my face in your hands and kiss me. Softly at first, yet we both sense the passion so deeply within ourselves for each other, rising with the promise of much pleasure to come this afternoon. As our kisses become much more intense and our hands begin to touch and caress each other's bodies. You stand and take my hand. Gently I lay my hand in yours and we walk into the house. There is no rush, we stop to kiss, holding tightly to each other, knowing we will consummate our love soon. We dance to the music in our souls, silent but there non-the-less. Rocking gently back and forth, all the while never stopping kissing each other. Our eyes locked into one another, falling into each other. You stand back from me looking, and I see in your eyes the love you have for me. I see the image you perceive of me, I feel beautiful and desired and most of all loved. Taking your lead we go to the couch in the living room. You lay out fully stretched, what an incredible sight you are my love, my heart is racing, my body quivering, the desire for you overwhelming. Climbing on top of you, undressing you as you undress me. Naked and free I feel your hardness against me. You enter me. Such exquisite feelings run rampant through my body. I feeling of completeness, a feeling of connection so powerful. Yet I know it not only our bodies that are mating, it is our souls. We ride each other, pushing, pulling, thrusting deeply, circling, rubbing chest to breast. Kissing you tasting you, as our bodies consume each other. Our eyes showing love, our whispers telling love, our bodies giving love. And in that final moment before orgasm, we are LOVE, we become one. Soaring, higher and higher, spiraling to the heavens in tandem, entwined, legs, arms, bodies, complete. As our hearts slow, and the spasms cease, we kiss, gently, resting against each other. Bodies sated, spirits and hearts at peace. Our soul's have mated. This is what it is about. Forever and Ever plus Three Lifetimes...You are my Soul mate. |
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~ Music To Think By ~ I have been listening to the radio, the words on some of the songs bring you so strongly to me. It seems that wherever I look you are there. What comfort that is for me. You are the music, the poetry, the art, the words. Constituting every fiber which in turn makes the threads which in turn weaves the tapestry of my life. What a magical story that will tell. It will start with a solitary woman, burnt out, closed, damaged. Who gets a computer, starts checking out what is on it, and within days finds this screen name of a shynjmale. Well, she could not resist asking if he were really shy, but it was the profile that drew her to him at first. This miracle of a man, let the woman find her sensuality, her humor, and most of all trust for man. He guided, her taunted her when needed, teased her, excited her, till she was so totally captivated by him. Then to meet him, how nervous she was, would he think her ugly or find the darkness inside her to intimidating to breach. So with trembling knees she looked up into the eyes of this man for the first time and in an instant she was at peace, content in love, not sure how or why, but very sure of what her heart was telling her. The darkness was gone, in just that instant. gone, and the hug was like coming home, to safety. And the kiss nothing like anything ever experienced. The day proceeded and the magic only increased. She left knowing distance and time would never alter, only strengthen the love and the connection. A bit frightened about circumstance, but fearless in the knowledge that this man is the love of her life. This giving her the courage to follow her heart, which leads only to him. Always to him. |
~ The First Moment ~ The first moment I met you there was magic in the air The air seemed crisper, the colors seemed brighter, The moment of a single touch. The first moment I met you there was music in the air The beating of my heart a rhythm unfamiliar The calm in my soul as I was bound to yours through your eyes The first moment I met you there was passion in the air The breathlessness of a first kiss The feeling of desire overwhelming in a first embrace The first moment I met you there was Love in the air The birth of a love to last a lifetime and beyond The miracle that he loves as I The first moment I met you I came home. |
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~ The Ocean ~ It is my soul reaching out to you, a haunting, keening of longing spirit. You are so missed by this woman, You intoxicate my senses, still so alive from your touch. The waves are my arms beckoning you to me. The wind is the whisper of entreaties calling you to come. The sun is the warmth of my physical being reaching for you, warming your passions. The sands are the soft resting place which is our bed to love on. These images are the ocean that will always bring your spirit to me. |
~ The Winding Road ~ I have been thinking of a place from long ago, a dirt road winding and narrow, a pathway through very old pine trees moss growing in the shadows leafy ferns in the sun with the nestles of the pines making the ground soft and silent. In this place as you crested the final hill stands a rocky platform of nature overlooking the river which is gently weaving its way through the valley below. I have imagined taking you to this place of beauty to sit in the sunshine with you arms around each other. Watching the miracle of nature unfold to us. The deer at the waters edge quenching their thirst the squirrels hopping from tree to tree chattering to each other challenging each to reach farther climb higher a frolicking of innocence only wildlife still possesses. We watch the water cascading over the rocks in the riverbed making a froth of whiteness then devolving into the crystal clearness once again gently rippling to finally become still to the eye yet the sound of moving water is a constant song of motion and sound that soothes our souls. We talk about many things, life's dreams both past and present and future, we talk of love and what that has brought each of us. We bask in the sunshine of nature yet more importantly we bask in the light that emanates from our hearts so filled with happiness in just being together. A contentment of spirit as the warmth of the sun touches our bodies. As we lay next to each other our bodies so close no words are needed a touch a look a kiss such a glorious feeling of oneness. We take off our clothes laying them beneath us and lay naked in the sun caressing each other as lovers do sharing an intimacy of body as well as heart. Your hands touch my body and the passion soars freely matching your own. Mouths tasting, fingertips gently roaming across flesh, the need to complete each other urging us to join our bodies as one. The rhythm of mating CO-mingling with the rhythm of nature all around us. It seems so natural so right to be part of this. A simplicity of one man and one woman, their love flowing freely as the river does. I see us there and someday I will take you to this place and we will live this dream, to keep it close for a day that is dreary outside and we are apart from each other. That we may go to a day of beauty and love. |
~ Waiting at the Airport ~ I am waiting in the airport lounge. He will be here shortly. He has but a very short time, but we can finally meet. My mind is alive with the excitement of finally meeting this enchanting man. The friendship we share is of such a spiritual nature, he touches me in a place long since forgotten. My heart. He is my lover in many ways much more importantly than a physical one. I am nervous as I wait. Wondering if I can fulfill what he has imagined of me. So while I await his arrival, I wander back to the places we have shared, the memories we have made for each other in our letters, this safe place he has given my soul to thrive in. Surrounding myself with his presence, his aura, that he has let my mind capture. No longer nervous I open my eyes. He is standing there. He has been watching my face play the memories for him, projecting outwardly, reaching that special place he has given me, my spiritual lover. He smiles. |
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~ Wishing Upon a Star ~ The sun is beginning to set. It is quiet. For some reason this time of day is one of my favorites. The gentle bringing of the night. It is a beautiful red sunset tonight. I can go out in the yard and close my eyes and just let my spirit wander. The dusk in many ways is like a blanket of safety, no prying eyes to watch. The solitude gently wrapping my pensive soul, a time for me to reflect the days events, the excitement of what is to come, a centering of myself. As the darkness surrounds me and the stars begin to shine, I lift my eyes to them making a wish, like the child I once was. Believing always believing, that somehow all things that come are meant to be, and that magic lives and thrives in the hearts of those with the courage to dream. I WISH ................ |
~ Dear Santa Letter ~ Dear Santa, I know I am quite late in sending my request to you but sometimes time just gets away form us. I have had this re-occurring dream, fantasy if you will of a certain man who lives closer to you than me. I am sure you know who he is because we all know, you know everyone who is naughty and nice. He is surely both. In this dream I am awakened very early Christmas morning with such an urgent feeling that I must get up and take care of something. So I leisurely stretch not wanting to leave the warmth of my bed. I am thinking that I should get dressed but it is so early maybe it won't be necessary everyone is gone for the holidays. It is so quiet and dark but as I go down the hall heading towards the living room I see light coming from the living room. This is strange because I know I turned all the lights off last night. Still curious about this feeling compelling me to hurry, I turn the corner and what do I see but the tree ablaze with lights. The room is aglow with candles lit in abundance. Such a wonderful sight this is. But low and behold the best present of all is sitting under the tree. He is a wonderful sight, that beautiful body I know so well. He is naked with only a large red ribbon around his neck. The soft lights playing against his skin like fingers tracing all the wonderful parts of him I so much enjoy exploring myself. I walk to the tree and unwrap my wonderful present. I lay down in front of the tree and slide down next to him. I still can't believe this is real. I reach out to touch him and his is so warm and familiar that my hands start touching him as with a will of their own. I lean towards him and kiss him deeply, tasting the essence of him. I follow my natural urges and let my mouth go as it will. Pure Joy!!!!! The rest of this Christmas wish I cannot write in this letter as I know you have some young elves sorting your mail for you and it might be inappropriate. Please consider my wish though it is very late. Wishing sincerely, Marty |
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~ In My Lover's Arms ~ Lying here, so content, warm, safe. Sleep just insists on claiming me. I struggle to resist it, but this place in your arms is such a haven from the world. We have made love as we always do passionately and completely. I am so in awe of the feelings you bring from me. The wanton yet meek, the demanding yet docile. The woman yet so very much the young girl in her teens, and miraculously you love all these parts of me. I look drowsily up into your eyes, reaching to kiss you, defying sleep. I need to capture this memory one more time. Laying beside you, head on your chest, your arms holding me tightly, legs and arms wrapping themselves around you. I SLEEP. It seems like hours but I know it has not been, yet I feel refreshed. Almost as if I had slept for a very long time. This is the contentment I find only within your arms. A stirring begins as I feel your skin against mine. A deep inner desire for you. It begins with a kiss and body stretching to fit to yours. The heart beat quickens and the kisses passionate. I feel the quivering inside, so basic, so primal. As I look into your eyes I see the same reflecting from deep within you. Our need for each other, sexual yes, but more so than just a physical need. The bodies are only the tools to express what the soul needs. To give pleasure yes. But more importantly a desire to mate, the true mating of a man and a woman, heart, spirit, and soul. This is LOVE.. |
The painting above is an ALDO LUONGO serigraph entitled REDHEAD. Aldo Luongo's works have brought him great worldwide acclaim. After graduation from the Academy of Fine Arts in Buenos Aires and a stint as a professional soccer player, Luongo has enjoyed decades of success as a painter. His paintings are unique blends of the accessible with the sophisticated, the sensual with the cerebral. Thus they appeal to a broad audience. He has represented the United States as an official artist at the 1988 and 1996 Olympic games. Note: this is one of a suite of three called "The Romance Suite". I hope you enjoy his work as I do, he is truly one of the most gifted artist's I have had the pleasure to find. |
~That last moment before sleep ~ Goodnight my love...am home...getting ready to go to sleep...and remembering all the nights I climbed into bed with you waiting for me...to hold me...love me...keeping me close through the night....gentling me to sleep...safe in the surety of your love for me...I always remember the last moments of wakefulness thinking how blessed I was that this incredible man loved me...and how at peace I was at that very moment with your arms hugging me so close...our naked bodies entwined...my body calm and content after making love....and knowing that in the morning I would wake to you once more...and the sun would come back into my heart and soul at the sight of you... |
~ We Danced ~ I remember the night we danced. We were walking along the river, holding hands. The music from a Jazz club softly playing. We walked up this winding road, hand in hand, upward towards the city. Reaching the landing, the sky filled with stars so bright, the moon lighting our way, surrounded by empty and silent buildings. You took me into your arms. We no longer heard the music from below, yet in our hearts we sang to each other. There were no words, there was no sound, yet we danced to the music of lover's hearts. We were love. The soft melody of the rhythmic beating of two hearts beating as one. Our bodies entwined, fitting into each other naturally, we fell into each other's soul through our eyes. Our bodies continued to sway to this mystical music only lovers can hear. We danced. |
~ Love's Name Is Hope ~ Sometimes in our lives we are blessed with a new love. Perhaps not the fire passion of youth's love. Perhaps not the hanging on every word love as our first love was. But a deeper, kinder, gentler love. A love filled with passion certainly, yet so much more layered and faceted. A kindred of spirits, an aligning of desires and dreams. Where the souls mate as well as the body. Where the silences are not threatening just another form of communicating. Giving each other space with the understanding that solitude is not a bad part of a relationship it is a necessary part of one. I believe that time and life have brought us to this place for a reason. We were ready for each other. The paths of the past were just a means to get here. A learning journey of life with good and bad, joy and sorrow, fulfillment and disappointments. These life's lessons we bring as a gift of experience to the relationship now. Love at this age is about commitments, about knowing we are blessed and understanding the value of such a love. That nothing is to be taken for granted and each day brought in the light of love is the greatest gift one person can give to another. That we need not fear our own vulnerability, we rejoice in the freedom of sharing it with each other. I honor you for this, you have my respect, my admiration, my undying love and faith. I give you my heart. |
~ Soul mates~ In the beginning this concept never crossed my mind as viable. I did believe in love and still do very much so, but Soul Mates, that was a concept way beyond my frame of reference. The first time I heard the term was in 1983. My best friend Andy sent me a book after someone I cared for had passed away. The book was titled Soul Mates by Jess Stern. This book was a revelation of hope and faith for me. The more I read it the more I began to understand that you are given many loves in your life. Each has a purpose each has a duration and each has a relevant meaning even if you do not know at the time what that could be. Through the pain of loss I discovered that in someone dying they are never truly gone from you. In one sense as long as you have memory of that person they are with you. In another more important spiritual way they just go on to another life experience that you will rejoin in your own next life. Thus you never lose these people who’s spirits are so much a part of you. You are destined to return to each other again and again through time eternity. There are several types of soul mates. Many are family and friends or lovers that there is an instant recognition of a spiritual connection between you that can not be explained. An instant knowing of likes and dislikes. You are kindred souls yet still soul mates in the true sense of what that means. The instant ease and comfort comes from an instinctual knowing of that person, that could only be a learned thing over time and experiences shared. The other Soul Mate which is also called a Twin Flame is of a romantic and sensual nature. This is the spirit that is truly your mate through out time. You know instantly that this is so, as well as probably for the first time in your life realizing what a Soul Mate is. This is the person who when you meet them for the first time your heart is already theirs. The one who when you look into their eyes you fall deep within their souls and understand what you see there. In many ways it is a reflection of yourself as you have always been within each other’s safe keeping. Your hearts have always belonged to each other. Nothing is strange or strained between you. There is a sensuality between you as well that has no basis on logic or reason. There is no fear. There is a feeling of coming home as a true home is between two people’s hearts a sharing that is not a place they reside in, it is so much deeper and more solid than that. The first physical touch is as if you have always touched, the first smell of their scent is a scent you recognize as someone who gives comfort and love. The first kiss is as passionate as if you had been lovers always, finding an unending desire always waiting for to ignite into the most glorious lovemaking. This is someone who the merest thought brings such joy and peace of spirit. A contentment of soul that only comes when you are with this incredible gift of a person. Instinctively you know this person has always been a part of you and they recognize the same. It is an awakening of a long standing commitment of love. You have been together several life times. And you do not fear the loss though it causes great sadness if life tears you apart whether from death or other circumstances beyond your control. You know beyond any doubt you will again find each other. Death is not the end nor is physical distance. Only another chapter to reawaken the miracle that is to come. You will always find your way to each other. This is what a Soul Mate is. |
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