Doonie

 Sitting here unwinding…all thoughts lead me back to you.  So much I remember, the little things…

 You/Me

Smiling at the realization that your coworker knows I exist in your world.

Thoughts of you make me smile. 

The way you thank me for simple things.

 Everything about you feels so natural to me.

 To say to you; I love you.  The words do not fit.  I feel so much more than love. 

 I like you as a human being.

 I enjoy your touch; the kiss; the breath; the glance; the thought of you.

 I once said to someone; someone I loved so deeply; someone so insignificant now. 

“I want the male version of me.”  I meant it when I said it…and now in this moment I have You. 

 You are so chill, such a human of deep thought without judgment, with such a huge heart. 

  Loving, caring, sensual, magnetic, thoughtful, giving.

 I know what I have with you, too lose you would not simply hurt me it would leave me void of life, air, a pulse.

 I will be sweet to you, for I know no other way than to give to you that which you give to me.

 You are me, I am you; We are that missing piece of each other. 

 To say you complete me is vague;

 You.

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About Each Frame

It is said that I write with passion; true, I write when I need to release energy that will inspire, educate, inform, or release negative thoughts that I hope will touch another enough to evoke change. I love The Creator Of All Things, some of my family members, all those that it took to get to the making of me, #peace, #nature, #photography, #positive energy, #music, and YOU if you will let me. I love intellectual people; they are sexy!

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