Love Glow

He’s on my mind tonight. I’m thinking about his touch and how my body wants his hands on me. There are these little quirks he has… looks, laughs, the way he talks and sings to his kitten. I see a core of kindness in him, but also mischief and playfulness. I want to growl at those who have hurt him, even though I know he’s strong and can take care of himself.

I cried over his Valentine’s message… not a sad cry, but a happy one. I never in a million years saw this coming. I try to keep myself mellow about my feelings for him and yet I keep stalling out that reticence. I can’t help feeling this crazy wonder over it.

I was looking at the silver in his dark ginger curls this afternoon. I realized that seeing the signs of aging made me hunger for him even more. There’s something about how it sits on him. It adds to my attraction. I played with his curls so I could let the silver strands go through my fingers. He’s so damned beautiful.

He told me his friends like me. One of them said I have a purple aura. My friends and kids like him too. I can’t express this happiness in a way that explains how I feel… not really. I simply don’t have the words. Everything I try to write seems too little, too inadequate.

Sigh. I love this man.

Moonfire

Patience is not my strength

Paid off debts. Waiting for them to report as paid to zero. It’s like waiting for oil paints to dry… long, slow and painful.

Work is going well. Life is going well. Waiting for Saturday nights keeps me going each week. Sometimes it seems like an eternity between times when I get to see him. But it’s the best way for us to be, so I shake off the need until Saturday arrives, then I give in to my urgent feelings.

I am an impatient person. It’s one of my biggest weaknesses, along with my horrible housekeeping abilities. Still, I like to think I have other redeeming qualities that offset those. I’ll post if I think of them.

Moonfire

Recovery

Hideously sick for the last several days. Finally getting back to healthy, but still tired. Had major triumphs at work today and damn I love my job! Missed my time with Spicy Ginger this past weekend and oh my, I want to curl up on him and kiss him.

That’s really all I have. It’s time to drift off to sleep with those random whisps of memory bringing him into my mind. I’ll fade into sleep with remembered tastes of him and maybe a little spiral of banked fire in my center.

Moonfire