Oh, how I long and await for your arrival. The succulent taste, over-whelming aroma, smell and scent, as well as the awing, appeasable mental and emotional fixation of vagina (shaved bare ?full bush), inner and outer labia lips, cute and ‘demanding attention?clitoris, , G ?spot, inner gentle stretching vaginal muscles and canal, buttocks (small ?medium, curved or softly toned), and their ever present side slight indent (natural and untighten), anus, areola’s and their adorable cute little goose bumps around each nipple, and the breast themselves (A ?c) cup, (30 - 36), though small is absolutely special as other sizes, soul and physical melting kissable lips (whether facial or vaginal) making me like putty, so to speak, in Woman’s hand’s, and Woman’s body from head to tow, front and back, (personally for myself, Latina or American Latina, since I am Caucano, (Black or other dyed colored hair, ie: light orange, misc, you know, and eyes, surprise me, possible full lips to surprise me), 21 ?30, 5? ?5?1, 100 ?125lb’s, naturally untainted by any tattoo’s or piercing, and all natural and real. Woman who has her own, and has felt and/or is alittle mystified by it all, and who can recognize a kindred spirit. Woman who is tough, sassy, spunky, can ‘minimally?exhibit being a scraper, running the show, calling the shot’s and doesn’t take crap from anyone, and is (to myself personally) undeniably, intensifiably, frantically and deliriously uncontrollable and unsuppressible unto my eyes, heart and soul, my kind of Woman. Which in a world where so many of my gender have exhibited ‘not cool?and ‘not right?through actions and behavior, unto such a creation, unto her own right, and vastly worthy of so much enduring and uncompromisable love, appreciation, respect, true and honest understanding unto Woman. How it utterly pains and distresses me so in with and of how we (my gender) have self ?contributed unto such a staggering and unbelievable level of self ?reaped sorrow, pain and tears, and even more so unto Woman, when really ‘some?of us, truly just want to be loved, such as myself, merely falling upon my knees, before Woman (standing tall over me) like the Goddess she is, and briefly resting my head, and covering my face in utter shame, ever so gently upon her waist and stomach, (above heaven), unable to further suppress tears?of my soul; not only of happiness, but also of vast, self ?consequential and self ?shameful pain, caused by my gender unto Woman, but solely of my ever ?present humility, am I wanting to pretend that Woman is exhibited before my surprising eyes, me like a virgin, seeing Woman for the very first time. Never to be taken for granted, not abused, but much more imperatively honored and cherished, in sickness and in health, for richer or poor, clothed or clothing ?optional (either both of us or just myself while she can choose to remain clothed), through thick and thin, in hard times and in the best of times, unto the best of my ability, to emotionally support and encourage her, and to uplift her unto the best I reasonably am able; not at any time of weakness, but of my sole, self free will choice and love, in hope that non ?expectation of either her welcoming or demanding Cunnilingus/Analingus might be appeasingly granted, approved and Woman demandingly authorized instantly as she see’s fit. To feel Woman’s Being and power, always leaving me in aweness, humility and appreciation unto her as sole gorgeous goddess I infinitely know her to be. Sigh . . . might her sweet, cleansing, powerful orgasmic flow bring me closer, in growth, unto being the man she is worthy of, to being the man I’d like to be, and essentially be like I’ve never known; that she could help bring healing unto my soul and change unto my life, her being, whom I’ve so longed for and that I know now, I could never conceive or imagine continuing on my own. In hope, to find myself, not only at the mercy of Woman’s forgiveness and/or pity, that maybe, really I’ve sought forever and eternal saving, even escape from the sole, cold, and utter desolate darkness I’ve known for so long, that it is warmth of all Woman is, in helping, misc sincerely (committed with her together), in me becoming the man I’ve (and Woman) always wanted to be, and to exhibit such, her hand embracing, gently or firmly ?in my hand, knowing, we’re so in sync, love, misc, can be enduring through anything as long as we (together) remain open and true unto each other, NOT solely unto ourselves, (=) One, that hopefully, maybe could positively, misc become noticeably contagious unto and amidst others? thus, that which we all seek, has always been there. As a ideal monk, I, in my heart, misc await Woman’s appearance or arrival, even if, in peace, for the rest of my day’s. www.jeffreydavidmorris.com
