Hot, Hot, Hot. Holy, Holy. Sexy, Holy, Gracious.
My love story is full of vim and vigor, if only in my heart. I await the day we are
cumulative together. For, you see, the one that I love has been away. Life came in many different
hues, flavors, shapes, and sizes; compromises not few. He had his things, and I had my things
as many Kings and Queens do.
But this one love; protected and shielded, is a crazy rock and roll song; from above.
A garden hidden in secret none has entered but us. He may try to find, I may try to find.
But nothing to do when it was only made for us. Divinely designed with He and I in mind.
Oh I cannot wait, while await the day,
When His scent I find calling out to me and mine to Him; What a rapturous thing.
Exquisite. Oh taste and see how good. Full of fire, refreshing and soothing all at the same time.
No, I think the truth is Sex in love is mental. It is all in the mind and the mind of the Holy take it to
another dimension. Marriage and two hearts, minds, and body becoming one soul.
The stop and think about it pause you get in your senses tells you there can be no higher ultimate on this side of life than this. I have visited here and the taste was so sublime. Intensely beautiful, erotic. Innocent, holy, and ordained that I must; in my bitten state, stay for the finale. And if I should lose, well; there are worse things to have fought for and to keep alive than Love.
This is my story my truth my real.
I am love. And to be loved again by my destined is the Quake my hearts ache shall be soon soothed
with. Forever; Always and … Always.
Original by Cheryl BuchananDay Napier