You have a brilliant and compassionate mind that sparks with amazing creativity. I watch you engage with life, and engage deeply and wholeheartedly, and and I'm surprised anew many times over at how much of yourself you bring to things, how much of yourself you give freely and lay out open in front of people.
You are raw, primal and powerful, with a core of strength and vitality that springs from the bottom of the world. And you gift yourself endlessly to others in whatever way seems to be wanted or needed (or just a fun idea).
You are beautiful. I've laid down beside you or woken up beside you I don't know how many hundreds of times now, be it in person or by voice or any other way, and each time you fill me with how beautiful you are. I look at the lines of your face, the structure of your bones and the light in your eyes, the curls of your hair, and it almost breaks me apart. I watch the way you move in delight, how your delight and enthusiasm for the world comes through in every gesture. Even now when moving is so much harder for you you still dance in each step, just more slowly. I wonder how blind anyone could ever have been to call you ugly, because I simply can't see it.
You are so incredibly desirable. Your skin feels magnificent, and I rise to it at every touch. As a lover, you're talented and caring, and beyond that what we have seems to go that order of magnitude beyond where anyone else reaches. (And the size of your package is much appreciated ;-0 0 0)
(Seriously, girls, he's good. Check him out sometime ;-)
I guess what I'm saying is that I love you, all of you, as you and just you. But you knew that.
And you deserve every kiloton of love you get from everyone, wholeheartedly.
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You are raw, primal and powerful, with a core of strength and vitality that springs from the bottom of the world. And you gift yourself endlessly to others in whatever way seems to be wanted or needed (or just a fun idea).
You are beautiful. I've laid down beside you or woken up beside you I don't know how many hundreds of times now, be it in person or by voice or any other way, and each time you fill me with how beautiful you are. I look at the lines of your face, the structure of your bones and the light in your eyes, the curls of your hair, and it almost breaks me apart. I watch the way you move in delight, how your delight and enthusiasm for the world comes through in every gesture. Even now when moving is so much harder for you you still dance in each step, just more slowly. I wonder how blind anyone could ever have been to call you ugly, because I simply can't see it.
You are so incredibly desirable. Your skin feels magnificent, and I rise to it at every touch. As a lover, you're talented and caring, and beyond that what we have seems to go that order of magnitude beyond where anyone else reaches. (And the size of your package is much appreciated ;-0 0 0)
(Seriously, girls, he's good. Check him out sometime ;-)
I guess what I'm saying is that I love you, all of you, as you and just you. But you knew that.
And you deserve every kiloton of love you get from everyone, wholeheartedly.
Kali