Thursday, 13 May 2010

ALL IS YOU

At this moment I’m enveloped in deep emotions, sealed up in utter mawkishness by thinking of you. I'm wondering what I'm doing writing this as much as I'm wondering what might run through your mind when you read it, if I do find the courage to deliver it to you. My heart is painfully convoluted when I ponder the uncertainty of what we share, yet filled with sweetness when I reflect on the memories we’ve built by our constant rendezvous. More so, looking at your picture just by the side of this compose page just completely sheds all my other competing thoughts...(You are truly, stunningly beautiful)

Maybe I think out of turn, maybe I have a stupid mouth, maybe my fingers have a consciousness of their own, maybe my dreams wake up with me every morning, maybe my fantasies are quixotic, maybe I am literally blinded by what I see in you, maybe I'm a little too sensitive, maybe I just can’t figure you out, maybe I'm being too serious about this whole affair, maybe......of all that goes through my mind, I am so sure of but one thing; I LOVE YOU DEEPLY. This is why it struck me as unfair that you would think that "it is only the people that U love U know, U don't know those who loves U".

I have always been a master of disguising how I felt about anyone. At best I may write about it. But you have somewhat inspired a display of my true feelings of love in visible expressions...so much so that I have hoped you would see it, and feel it.

I have looked into your eyes, held you, kissed you, fondled you and made sweet love to you in passionate and affectionate ways that shall forever hover in my deepest and sweetest memories. Yet, I have never felt like I owned you. Now the ownership I envisage is not as a property, for no price tag could ever be put on you...maybe but the price of love, which I freely give, but could never fully understand your receiving posture.

I ask myself what makes you different, special and unique, in a league of your own, uncontested in the Championship game of my heart. But every time, the answer evades me, leaving behind only a more acute longing for what that answer could be, and even a more intense desire for you, as I realise that the answer lies with you.

I never get enough of you, as your essence is inexhaustible, constantly breeding affection, each new moment generating it purer than before. The world we share whenever we are together is timeless and you become all that revolve in my existence.

The look in your eyes when I initiate every thrust, accelerates the momentum of passion, as we begin a new existence in a world where sight is of little consequence, for every touch is a conversation, and we communicate freely, giving as much as we take, and then some more...Your body is a wonderland, and I am a lost wanderer, content with the assignment of exploration, as every new site has the potential to produce a fountain of wetness, ensuring a smooth delivery as I slide-in homeward, moving to the rhythm of our tender turbulence.

And I accept within myself, in moments we both reach our slobbering pinnacle amid your resonant musical undertones that you are everything to me, and ALL IS YOU...
Arinze Steve Ifi
10-10-09 (5:34pm)

AN OPEN LOVE LETTER-TO THE HEART THAT SHARES MINE'S RHYTHM

From a fountain of overflowing emotions, I put these words on a page, hoping to acutely pour out my soul in coherence, well against the constant influx of enthralment your beauty inspires.

I wake every morning, surfing through the tides of my blissful dreams that you constantly grace, tender ripples of sublime emotions intoxicating my senses, propping me up to the beauty of a new day.

I feel your presence here, even when you are miles away, for my sheets, my shirts, they all smell of you. All my personal effects know you well.

In the stillness of my sleep you hover over me...the angel that you are, you never cease to do my bidding. It makes me wonder how you come so alive, full of energy and vibe at the top of the morning and through the rest of the day, knowing that at nights while I sleep you fortify my resting place and keep me safe from morbid thoughts by fixating the summation of my faculties on memories we have shared, and more that we will.

Constantly I entertain the idea of us in tomorrow, for no other could concordantly match me as you do, for in our union your virtues cancel out my vices, making us divinely perfect, as were Adam and Eve.

Walking through life holding your hand affords me the perfect posture, and with a clear perspective I look towards the horizon, taking each step of the way with loving consideration of you.

Soft is your touch, so tender and true, it says more than words could ever convey. I listen intently to your touch, for I could never ignore it, as it sends chills through my system, and triggers a response that rushes blood to and from my heart, keeping it racing, constantly chasing after you!

With the matrimony of our heartbeats, the music we make is classic, as our deepest emotions erupt with the fusion of our bodies, building a fine rhythm of flawless motions, slow at first, then picking up with controlled poise, till we both reach the tender heights of fruition, a fountain of wetness, our sea of fulfilment, the very peak of our mountainous summit. We lay there spent, proudly raped of all energy to the last Joule, exhilarated, wearing on our faces weak smiles of utter contentment, as we hold each other tightly, ever so lovingly, raptured in the beauty of the moment, enveloped in our feelings for each other...slowly our eyes close, as we drift to a perfect place of emotional purity.

With all that we are, I find my true definition, for my total existence has you deeply embedded in it. You have shown me life in many colors, and given it all to me in rainbow-like fashion.

You are the pride of my life, yet your love humbles me. By a divine interaction in the course of nature, you were made perfect, and by our union I find the attainment of perfection a possibility. For this reason, my heart, my soul, my body, and my spirit adores you...and will love you always, as much as they be permitted to exist.

Love always,
Xzit.