03/09/2014 § 1 Comment
Have I told you how much I love Momma Bear this day?
I love her wit, as sharp as volcanic glass, fast as a better class.
I love her insecurities, her abilities, her possibilties!
I love to be her center, her pull, her movement…her tool.
I love her because she is imperfect, for her mistakes and the wreck in her wake.
I love her because she allows me that birth, my only mission on this earth, to hold her above all, the feeling of being ten feet tall!
I love her because I can, it is not a requirement nor a demand, she offers her self all in exclusive, for her pouting lips to her luscious hips. From her concern, to that which she yerns…
My wrong my right!
Yes I do, I love her true, Nothing can remove that feeling. All chemicals are reacting, and sensors correcting, physic in action far from a fraction … I have no fear stating who I hold dear, not a better man it makes knowing all the stakes, I proudly resound that this love that I found is all that I ever wished for!