The Passionate Shepherd

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle; 

Dear June,

You know I have always liked that poem. Posting that excerpt for no reason other than just because, not asking or saying anything specific there.

If anything I'd ask for time with you, drink, lunch, dinner, movie whatever.

Don't know if you are doing your distance thing or a variation of a "I don't say I love you first" because you are waiting for me.

I could be the silly boy who says you swallowed me and said thank you or just play it straight but I am really more of a combination. Got my thoughts and ideas but mostly I am focused on the present with an eye towards the future.

Not because I have this great plan but because for now that seems to be the smartest way to go. Focus on now with an eye looking up so that I don't wander into traffic.

Got lots more to say, but no time to say it. See you around Juneleh.

P.S. If nothing else I have a big hug for you.

Checking

Posting this Juneleh to see if you check in here again any time soon.

Offered to take you out for your birthday and you didn't take me up on it. Offer is still on the table, if we were alone, you could be on the table too.

Ha hah huh. :)

Got lots to say, but no time to say it now in the midst of the work day. Maybe I'll put together a real post later.

Got to run woman.

You Almost Got Lucky Tonight Part II

Juneleh,

I expect you think I am part crazy, but there are days where I am certain you are mine again. Don't know why, there is no logic to it.

It just feels right.

Sometimes that passes and I think I am nuts and then something happens and it comes back.

Used to try to figure it out and now I just mostly accept there is something mystical and magical between us. What it is and what means, well who knows.

I am pretty certain we're going to explore more of this before we die. Pretty sure we'll be intimate again, physically and mentally/emotionally.

Maybe we have our disagreements and challenges--but I think when we let the walls down we really like each other.

It is that whole thing of knowing we can spend years together and not get sick of each other. It just works. So I can live with being thought of as crazy and or crazy like a fox.

I can live with a lot of things.

But I would be lying if I said I didn't miss spending time with you.

You can read part one if you want, or skip it. Up to you.

You Almost Got Lucky Tonight

You almost got lucky tonight sweet Juneleh. Almost got to feel the magic in full and not partial.

Almost got to be fully naked, in all ways...almost. But as the poets say, what is will be and what won't will not.

Some balls may be blue bluish but the best belong to the man who is Jewish.

Ok,  I don't know about the last part, but I do know I felt lightning in under that red moon lit night.

Could have kissed you, could have made love to you, could have bent you over the car or demanded your mouth.

Would have been amazing.

And now we watch the future roll forward and see what it brings.

When We Talk

Dearest Juneleh,

You have been pretty damn steady at reaching out during some pretty tough moments for me and I am grateful. Sometimes it is funny to me how we don't discuss some of the things I share in here.

I have thoughts and ideas about why that is or isn't, but most of the time I don't spend time wondering or analyzing because regardless of what circumstances say we are or are not in many ways we are like the old married couple.

But in a good way, maybe the best way.

I think there is a very deep level of trust that you don't get with just anyone. It is why I believe I can still make you cum harder than anyone else..

It is why I believe many things.

Maybe those things are true or maybe they are false. I don't know, can't know without testing them out.

I have my ideas about what is coming and who. :)

But mostly I am grateful, you are a pain-in-my-ass, but most of the time I think you have been worth it.

Most of the time. :)

Not Exactly A Confession

Dear June,

If I told you I want to have my way with you it wouldn't really be a confession any more than saying I want to kiss you is.

I can give you a list of reasons why and say that I think you are interested too but I think I'll skip over all that.

Won't tell you I want to see you on all fours or on your back.

Just say I want real time with you again for no reason other than because in this crazy mixed up world that makes sense to me.

Inside You Again

Been thinking about what part of you I want to be inside of again--I suppose the smart move is to get all the way inside your head and heart again cuz then I get access to everything. ;)

Going to hug you woman.

Your Perfume

Got to tell you June, there is some kind of chemical thing that happens when you combine your perfume with your natural smell.

That probably sounds awkward, but it is really a compliment.

Every time that scent gets stuck in my nose I think I about burying my face in your neck. Smells wonderful.

Third Post

I went through some old emails today, not sure why really and I came across the note below. Twelve years or so I think.

 I Never Stop Thinking About You  Each day I
wake up and go to bed with the same dull ache in my
side. A piece of my heart is missing. There is an
empty place that feels cold. It is bitter this pain.
So I close my eyes and I let my mind go and it finds
you there.
>
> Across the endless time and space I find you, my
love eternal. My other half who helps to complete me.
>
> You understand the things that no one else does. You
are the star in the night sky that leads me home.
There is no one like you. No one who sees me as you
do, no one who infuriates me as you do. The anger and
frustration, the joy and the pain. Happy and sad, you
take but you give more.
>
> My love for you is.
>
> It just is. I no longer remember when you were not a
part of me, not in a real sense. And if we should ever
be separated, truly separated my soul would always
remember. Be it ten minutes or ten years I know that
it would take but a moment for it all to come back.
>
> I will always be here holding your hand.

Second Post

Whoa Junehleh,

Second post in a short time, not sure if you saw the one before this about celebrations or not.

Got to tell you, I am not a fan of this Europe idea you are bantering around. Got a couple of reasons, not the least of which I am not convinced it is a good place for MOTs right now.

Got another as well, but..

Celebrations

Dear Sweet Juneleh,

I am thinking I ought to take you out for your birthday. If you can find a little time to get out, well we can go toast your big day somewhere.

Lunch, dinner, whatever works best.