She is right …!

She told me that she can ask me anything now and I can not say no to her, and she is right … why!!! because she enthralled me, because she gave me herself to go inside her … to unite with her and be one … to feel her inside … her warmth, her muscles squeeze and twitch … her moans … her heart pounding … she allowed me to leave part of my cells created inside body to be left inside her … these cells literally contains half of my genes, of me, of my very being … left inside her … then they go up into her womb the source of life, that the ONE who is LIFE created her womb to be the source of life … my cells goes there and rest … they start to dissolve into the cells of her womb … absorbed into her cells … disappear and no longer be present alone, but now they are parts integrated into her cells … the utmost union … Is there a union deeper than this!! Is there a union higher than this!! Can this union be erased!!

The imprint of her inner muscles are engraved over my man … even after my man is out, I still feel her … my skin melted from her warmth, squeezed by her muscles … stretched, tossed and turned, tightened around, wrenched …  her inside is engraved on my man, and I carry this with me wherever I go … Is there a deeper union!! Is there a higher union!! Can this union be erased!!

Can there be any gaps now … Can there be any boundaries now!! … We did not have it really, so yes gaps and boundaries … No, we had it, we felt guilty. How we feel guilty for something did not happen! so No gaps no boundaries … We had it but we did not have it … perplexing!!. … We had it in a different way a unique way … our way … Could not describe it better than the “universe” who saw us, got so moved to write about us …

With all the thorns around us our flower still grows … How!! why!! How!! why!! … Will it keep growing and blossom into a beautiful rose … will it wither and die eventually and will not conquer the thorns, and fall on the ground, and disappear in the soil fertilizing it, turning the soil from a barren land where thorns only grow, into a fertile soil where flowers can blossom again … or will it be like a caterpillar that exudes silk as they move for people to enjoy, then it create a cocoon where it pupates and metamorphosis into untouched beautiful free flying butterfly …

Free flying  … freedom … a word that send shivers into my spine … and my heart pounds when it hear its sound, like when I hear Santa Claus bill is ringing near and nearer … so precious … All of us love freedom and home … the place you find yourself the most, where there is the most relaxation, serenity, calmness, worry-free land, and where your heart and freedom truly lies … Can anyone let go of such freedom for bondage!! … It is whether his master is heart-melting one that I would say I love my master I don’t want to go free, or it is another kind freedom, another taste of freedom, a freedom that comes from unity from being one from being complete, as the bible in many translations reveals, that the slave asked to be nailed to the door because he loves his wife and his children … The slave was granted to get his freedom, and be a free man but with the price of leaving his wife and his children behind, freedom alone, be free alone or nail himself to the door, asking for slavery because he loves his wife and children (Exodus 21:4-6 CEV) …

We both love our freedom, we both have our fears and concerns, we both have our dreams and hopes, we both have our love, we both had the experience, we both were taken off guard, both have our problems some are major and some are minor, we both don’t know how it will going to be … Will it grow, will it die and give life after death, will it transform into a beautiful free  flying butterfly … In all this confusion and uncertainty, I am certain of 2 things; that it was real and it was a fairytale come true and I enjoyed every second of it and I will cherish it deep for the rest of my life … and Secondly, I am sure that an intimate friend is a flower that  can survive anything, and I pray we will always be …