29 April, 2022

LOVE , LOVE, LOVE ME MORE...

What are you doing to my little heart Matt Rifle? Why are you this vibrant honey?

Breath, breath against me - I want to feel your radiance, I want to feel your existence in my heart, Matt Rifle - Breath for me, live for yourself.

I met you today, I saw you today, I took your exhale in me today, I wrapped you around me today - Matt Rifle, what a day daisy, what a day..

The moment the bike stopped, so did my heart. I saw you from afar, your yellow T shirt with those pretty shorts - arms wearing the accessory of those gorgeous carved veins, fingers ready to fit in mine, smile ready to greet me, lips impatient to welcome mine, heart unclad, soul jumping with joy and eyes - the alibi of fantasy.

Let me swim to you, 

Let me run to you,

Let me be the one to you honey

Let me give it a go.

Let me get it straight -

Be Mine Matt Rifle

Kiss me Matt Rifle

Love me Matt Rifle.

I took a breath - enough to get me to your arms - I lunged at you. You invited my vulnerable heart with so much compassion that I lost sight of our surroundings. A hug - so belonging, A grip so firm, An aura so refreshing, Eyes so puffy - I succumbed mi Amor. 

Just so you know - I do mi Amor, I do.

We had a whole group with us - we were obliged - but did I care? NO. Should I care? NO. Does that make me a bitch? I am a born one.

Now, again… him……

We holding hands, walking through those squeezed allies, beaming and knitting nothing but dreams, entwining the glory of this shared radiance, mending what was broken,

I loved us, I lived us, I ride us, I wanted it for eternity, I wanted you for eternity Mr. Matt Rifle.

And when I was least attentive came a pair of arms, gliding through my waist, surfing through my curves and finally establishing on my belly. My spine shivered and a ting of very sharp electrical wave ran through my bones. When I tilted a little - my cheeks bruised against his - 

The sun bowed with delight before the most fragile execution of two diversified hearts. 

You beckoned at the sunset, my eyes traced your fingers and the next thing I knew, came a peck - lighting fast. 

He took a step with so less thought and leaned to stamp his beautiful lips on her. A stamp that missed the mark. He's a dummy at taking charges, his attempt was remarkable but it wasn't on the bulls lips… . 

He pushed her towards him and gently touched and glided on her lips with his. 

Matt Rifle

She is falling bad Matt Rifle

Stop this before it gets Matt Rifle

She's delicately passionate about you Matt Rifle.

He tried three times, pressing his hands on hers, his lips always missing the absolute mark. Never kissing straight on the whole of the lips but kissing the upper lip, missing the lower. Then kissing the lower lip and missing the upper - turnoff? No, my daisy isn't a turn off. He’s just charming, just fragile, just like a fresh leaf, He comes with love - leaves with me craving more of it.

The way he was pressing the compassion in my eyes today, I was elated. His eyes…. Did I ever write about them? Did I? Oh my gosh… let me redo… 

Dreamy? They never were

Liveliness is what was glowing through them

Beauty is what they dust, each time he blinks.

He loves me ...

The bodies were fidgeting and a very unexpected, unthinkable, marvelous thing happened. 

She went on her tippy toes - pulled him by the t-shirt and the glorious array of love, played in the air - lips perfectly fitted his. They kissed. His hands never leave the waist, what a bastard! Mine. 

Aah… .  Why the hell am I getting and sounding toxic…  he's his. His family's, his mother's, his father's. NOT MINE. 

Matt Rifle.

You've inebriated me, 

Let's see how well it ends now..