Musings
September 3, 2007
**Editorial Note: The following is NOT indicative of any events, persons, or thoughts in my life. It is my creative license at work. Any future ‘musings’ also have the same preempt.**
She loves me for me, and I love her for her. If it were a man with the same personality, traits, and ambitions, I would love him too. It is not because she is a woman that I love her. It is because she is the perfect mate that I love her.
When we make love, we make love. We do not have fuck or have sex. We make love. It is sweet, soft, sensual, and just what being together should be like. She knows what I want, and I know what she wants, but it is so much more than that; it is about being together and touching each other in awe. Every time I see her naked body, I am in awe of the fact that she lets me touch it, that she calls me hers, and that it is really real. How could such a thing of beauty let me be near her, let alone touch her?
All the men want her. Who wouldn’t? She’s tall with long sleek, sexy legs. Her long straight hair has lowlights because it is so blonde that it is almost white. She cannot be more than a buck ten and looks sexy as hell in her dress attire. I would want her to be my corporate adviser!
But you cannot tell by looking at her that she is a lesbian. You could not tell by looking at her that she wants women and can tease a clit till you are ready to cry in ecstasy. You could not tell by looking at her that she would rather clean toilets than do men. She is a true lesbian. And she’s all mine.
People think that lesbians have to be hard, ugly, and anti-feminine. They think the only reason a lesbian becomes a lesbian is because they cannot get a man. A true lesbian loves women because they are attracted to them just as a straight woman is attracted to a man. It is not about sexual attraction or lust; it is about a sensual attraction triggered by a woman being all woman and everything you could ever want and more.
Every time I see her, I want her. I fall in love with her every day all over again. Clichés abound with her. With her, I am complete. She makes me feel like I can do anything, go anywhere, and be anyone I want. She supports me for being just me.
What is love but the action of feeling complete with another soul? Finding the missing piece of your heart. The key. What is love but eternal bliss on Earth? A touch of heaven. A taste of things to come. Such is my life with her. Complete.
Tags: make love, lesbian, love
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