Lovers
Love me free, not because of my hair, or the way I talk.
  Love me free, not because of the car that I drive, or the way I walk.
  Not because of the way I wear my clothes, or what I may represent.
               I have a heart.
  Love me free, because of the way I think and, the things that make me smile.
  Because of the things that matter to me and, the condition of my heart.
  Love me free, because you think of me and feel me in your sleep.
                Love me free.
        In a way that never hurts.
                Love me free,
don't hold back, don't count, don't measure
                   Just free.
I am thinking about him, although he is unknown in his heart and, or by his face.
Surely I am not knowing his heart yet.
I call him and speak to his soul.
Summoning him spiritually, embracing him physically, caressing his soul.
The embers have been lit.
Their smoke and ash create and cause the wind to blow.
Consciously or not, propelling and compelling our spirits to unite.
He now begins his journey.
I am the destination.
Love me Free
Loving another human being is not just an emotion, it is a behavior.  A series of acts by which you demonstrate your love.
Soul Mate
It's thundering.  Can you feel the roaring hoofs rumbling, pounding, vibrating up through the soles of my feet.
Thoughout the whole of me.
It's raining.  Can you feel the heavy warm drops stinging, drenching, anointing, french kissing, pouring over every square inch of my body.
Brother nature embracing me.
Stomping, dancing and singing to me.
Causing erection and titilation in the most sensitive parts of my physique.
Can you feel it.  Can you imagine the effects your weather is having on me.
I suspect you're no different than most any man, that subconsciously or not, I have allowed no passage.  Now willingly I have from a distance allowed an event to occur subdued, but transfixing.
Knowing myself, I am perplexed at my ability to fall into something that a wise person, a fat book, a old song might suggest cannot be.
Yet I find myself with you; needing to be.
Your face; needing to see.
Your air; needing to breath.
Brother Nature
Tiny black butterflies with brilliant irredescent purple veins pulsing with light like fire bright like fire flies twinkling flapping and fluttering tiny wings like puckered lips before a kiss blowing out tiny candles lit all around
my private ship