JOURNAL: THE NIGHT ENCOMPASSES ME

When the lights go out and I lay my head to rest, the cold of the night encompasses me. I open my eyes and it is no surprise that I am alone. No noise, no light, no body. A chill rises to the surface of my skin, and a surge of shock is induced. As I close my sight, my breath begins to slow, and my thoughts are plentiful. I dream of love. I dream of you near me. I dream of the smoothness of your beautiful skin, not touching me, but stimulating me by the heat that emanates from your hands, floating gently above my skin.

Love? What is love? To me, love is something I had to learn because I did not understand love. I did not realize that love comes from inside, to be bequeathed upon those who deserved it. I thought love was something to be touched, bought and fought for. I know now that love cannot be touched, it cannot be bought, but it had always been fought for. I know now love is an intangible object, a feeling of wholeness, the feeling of wanting to be with my woman and enjoying her like tomorrow may not come. I want to make love to her, without penetration, first. I want to make love to her mind, then her body. I need this, beautiful woman. Can you give this to me? Will you give me your mind to titillate and guide you to oneness within my world? Are we able to ascend to the greater heights to where we can become one forever?

I want a woman who will dream about me making love to her as much as I dream about making love to her. I want a woman who will allow me pushthe human limits of our lovemaking, for I will not be satisfied, until she has had her fill..