Speak with your words, they touch me like hands. In a way that only the two of us understands. Slow and gentle, ... Is that what you wish with me, or you hungry for flesh and make a slave out of me. You desire to explore much more with me.
Im an artist, I write when I get a chance. I also have an over active imagination, which can cause problems for me. I have a way of connecting with people and it completely pulls me in. What I find is that it's not just my fantasy. I get a deep desire to fully share myself with someone in a place where we are actually completely free to be ourselves. It's a nice escape from being constantly on the go and dealing with life 24-7. What I find is that sex releases me, it keeps the stress from stealing my ability to fight aging and it keeps me from an early grave. But even though sex is a nice stress reliever I think the after sex is as important as the before. I want someone to go to sleep with, otherwise I just keep going on end. Life is about intensity submerging yourself without the immaturity of people who are afraid of what they may find with me. There's a difference between sharing a moment and sharing a life. Life is not promised to any of us.