The Prince And The Pea

Have you ever been in someone’s presence with whom you cried and you laughed in the first hour of meeting? You know immediately you are connected spiritually? And then as quickly as two fingers can be snapped an Other enters your space (your laughter filled space), all-consuming and draining and completely changes your space (so much it isn’t at all what you’ve created), depleting the vibe; Not for the better? What is that called? #why #people #differences #questionsfortheUniverse

“Why have I never been invited for wine, but She Has?” I was She in her sentence.

Some time ago, I opened my heart and denied fear’s captivity (a process which started in the first move of my life from Fashion to Fitness, then New York to Florida, and now onward in Nica). Since that time, my doors ever expanding and my love ever flowing, I meet two kinds of people — well, I have really great sex, but also… I meet two kinds of people: Those who draw me in through their eyes into their heart in presentation of their Love and… Myself, likewise, Open to Love’s Receipt and Return offer the same. And Others, and they are “Others,” less evolved and more closed off. They argue. They feel and act on jealousy. They compete. They are uncomfortable to be around, their presence makes me anxious, my heart rate elevates, I become defensive of my own dreams, they question that which I could never understand. I am uncomfortable, I am leaving: “Excuse me, it’s getting late and I haven’t eaten. Would you like anything? No? Goodnight.”

Mine, is a story of my experience through love. Love’s True Story.

Together in Discovery of Ourselves & Each Other!
xob

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Cigarettes And Whiskey

He kissed my neck but not my lips. Strong hands, with a light touch, he caressed my back and my shoulders. With full awareness, I felt all as, over my clothing, he navigated my body, settling on the shelf between my hip and my thigh. He liked this spot on a woman, he confessed. He took hold of me here.

There were moments I wondered would he kiss me? Though I knew he would not. Of this knowledge grew my trust. A few times I allowed my curiosity to wander toward what it might be like. Cigarettes and whiskey? (Though he’s not a drinker) I was glad he didn’t try. I didn’t want him to. And never did his hand greedily grab hold of mine, never did he ask me to touch him.

Because he didn’t lead with sex, I felt comfortable around him. Not once did I feel he wanted more than I wanted to give him. Respect lead to trust and trust lead to intimacy. Intimately, he cuddled me. Each night, eagerly, I layed my head on the pillow between his shoulder and his breast, combed my fingers through the hair on his chest, then turned from him to push myself into him, closing the gap between my hips and his. One Body. We fit.

Here is where he would kiss me. As you would kiss a child, he kissed my back and traced the line down my shoulder. Because he kissed me like a child, my child came to play with him. I held his hand in the sand.

xob