Words of Affirmation
Acts of Service
What is your language?
What makes you feel loved?
I need to touch & be touched from time to time. A hug, high five, leaning against each other; something.
I also need quality time, you know that one on one time for a while, and then I’m good.
The activity isn’t really as important as the company is. I’m more interested in being with you & knowing that you enjoy being with me.
I get that it’s not that easy for other people to open up or to adapt to the ways that I show & accept love, but it is necessary. I don’t want to control how we communicate, I just want to understand it.
Communication is the key to discovering who we are & what we will become. Communication is multi-layered. Discovering how & what I am communicating to other people & how they need to be treated & loved in return has been rather enlightening.
Why do I sound like a Counsellor all of a sudden?
Take care my friends.
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Yes, bravado is sexy.
Yes, strength is a turn on.
BUT, a man who can honestly articulate the matters of his heart is a keeper.
Talking about the “Game” is easy, but laying down how you feel and WHY you feel that way takes some effort. So I have to respect a man who can express himself verbally or in writing effectively.
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Once you gave me the green light, I couldn’t help but to push myself onto you
Not enough to crush you, but just enough to feel the weight of your crush
Upon first contact I knew that you wanted more,
and I didn’t want to hear from word of mouth what I could experience for myself
Its funny how the seconds turned to minutes
Dancing in our heads, that slow building rush created a head-trip situation
that I couldn’t quite shake
So I closed my eyes, but not my heart as I fell into you and your embrace
You’re welcome to come and go as you please, but I hope that you’ll stay for a while
Take your time, don’t lose your head unless that’s what you’re into
You might be the first
I might be the last
Although this was our first outing, I just had to show you how I felt
I’ll leave it up to you to take me in as you see fit
You know that I won’t say no to you
If the opportunity came I would, I could taste your passion all night
Am I being too forward?
I guess next time I won’t stop
Nothing could come between us while we embraced things that were ideas only moments ago
You want it all and I want it too
So we skipped a few steps as we got caught up in this back and forth call and response lip service
Swimming in our heads passion flows from you to me and back again
So tell me what you like
You don’t know what you’re in for as your lips meet mine
Maybe that was the point of this exercise
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I am made of the simplest of things.
My outer material is nothing more than the remnants of words.
I am breaking down every word to its last syllable in hopes that I’ll find where my choice of words began.
Language is a virus and we are its carriers.
Like a newborn, I am crying out to be heard, but what am I to say?
Should I say how I really feel?
The heart has its reasons, that reason does not know,
that’s why feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drunk in our veins.
It’s when you don’t say anything that I understand, but when you deny it, that I can’t stand.
I know you, you made me.
Before I was birthed, I was a part of you.
You carried me around like I was your handbag, full of everything that you needed to survive.
Even now, I am still full of you.
You called on me as I was reaching out for you;
somehow we cancelled each other out despite our connection and intentions.
I wanted to hear from you, you know that I did.
You wanted to feel something familiar, I know that you did.
It’s what you couldn’t say aloud that made me move closer.
Your every word is translated through the motions that you make as emotions draw across your face.
Maybe if we were strangers in paradise something might have been lost in translation,
but we’re not and I am reminded of this as our silent conversation carries on.
All the rest is noise.
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