As he comes to me in my thoughts and in my dreams, I stir with passion.
His blue eyes sparkle as I imagine his bearded cheek caressing me in my slumber.
It will be a difficult road because he has faced many challenges.
Will he want me at his side?
That is the question that remains unseen.
The passion that ignites between us has a hint of melancholy because there are so many obstacles in our path.
I struggle with bipolar, he struggles with depression and anxiety.
He works extra hard in his life and the years are just beating down upon him.
Like a warrior though, he remains strong and vigilant, untethered by time or circumstance.
As he looks at my caramel skin in my slumber, the softness erects his burning desires.
He watches me sleep, what does he think about? Does he know my dream?
He can see me clear across the oceans where time and space has no meaning.
We exchange letters like ancient lovers, in a digital age where everything has become so instant.
It’s time to slow down and look at the big picture. Where will this go?
Let’s not think about that now my love, let’s think about now. Us.
He stirs in me great passion, it’s undeniable.
As I turn and toss, my loins burn with pleasure at the thought of him.
His eyes burn into my soul, as my caramel skin yearns to be touched with desire.
Hands and fingers tease my essence as I dream of our love affair.
The night beckons us, as morning comes and he writes another letter.
I awake, and he’s not there. A memory of his blue eyes on me.
The next move is yours, my bearded warrior.