Come be my Mona Lisa.

My adventures are expanding. My inner thighs sting, pictures from my memories keep crossing my mind. Nails digging in his back as I smile at my reflection, watching my long legs move up and down with strength, watching my body illustrate a power that drives me. That engenders me.

Then I'm asleep, and when I open my eyes, his hand is on my face, caressing it's side, I look straight into his windows of his world, and soak up the beauty that he offers me in that silent moment of understanding.

I'm a very passionate person, at least when in the moment, solitude has always been my cup of tea, I've wanted nothing until I needed nothing, so to go without is not an issue, but I can appreciate what's in front of me, I can feel deep love in those actions.

But my kinda love is untranslatable. When you're here, I'll feel you for hours, when you're gone, I'll remember with a smile. There is no pain in my heart, there is no longing, there is no lust. Just simple appreciation for the gift that is 'us'.

Two human beings intertwined underneath the sun, two souls speaking familiar words of eternity, creating energy to be carried for the days to come. Why can't we connect like that anymore? Why is this so rare? Why is all about, wifeys, and babies, and boyfriends and girlfriends? Why can't we just retire to the feelings that have been transmitted between the two races of the human species for tens of thousands of years?

Why can't we just love?

Free love?

I'm actually quite romantic, but I find my romance shackled by our modern day interpretation of this word. Just because I enjoy kissing your neck, just because I enjoy holding your hand, tangling my legs with yours, burrowing my face in the crook of your back in the middle of the night, tracing your ink with idle thoughts of your deep power plowing my soul...doesn't mean...that I want to be your girlfriend.

It just means that I love you.

Now when I say I love you, it doesn't constitute marriage, it doesn't constitute restraints of any kind, it just means that my soul loves your soul, my energy fits well with yours, and I love you like I love myself, it just means...that I love the man that you are, and the man that you will be, it just means that I’m in love with your energy.

I'm in love with your potential. I'm not afraid of love. Of any kind of love. Because my love frees me, my love brings me joy, my love has never hurt me, my love only soars.

I love the moments. I love the time.

It just means that in the middle night, memories of you will inspire me, will bring a coy little smirk to my face, will have me picturing your long fingers tracing their way to the center of my core, seeing your eyes look up at me, your mouth inches away from my vessel of creation as you whisper.

“Why do you taste so good?”

Now I can appreciate all of this without the need of confirmation of your own feelings, because in hindsight that doesn't matter. All that matter's is what you do for me, what you create in my life, if you bring joy, then I see you as joy, I don't need you to follow up with any sort of a badge, any sort of a certificate to confirm what I already know.

I don't need a boyfriend. I just need a soul. So stay cool. Let me love you. Let's go back and travel time, fall asleep underneath the stars and let our soul's ride. Give birth to new type of love, to a new type of understanding, don't let this world lie to you, make you believe you need what is unnecessary, make you believe that there are any type of rules to love.

Love has no script, no restrictions.

At least not in my world.

So fill me with your love, fill me with your thoughts, fill me with that pulse of power and lets create a new language. Have me speaking in tongues. The smile is back on my face, and I wonder if you'll last, or if the magnitude of my vision of this world will go over your head, and you'll be lost to the masses. All I can do is hope I suppose.

Hope that you understand that I don't need you. I don't want you.

I just enjoy you.

“There ain't nothing wrong with a little love”