“No. What are we doin, G?” I pleaded. Her eyes locked into mine. Searching for my Truth, she never blinked and spoke as If reciting a psalm.
Lovely and calm………
I’m trying to give you what you want to give me.
Reach a part of you that you refuse to let anyone else see. That not so grateful place of fear: Fear of failure Fear of not ever finding or connecting with your one TrueSoul-Mate
Or worse. Having her, but losing her.
A nerve. Struck like an out of tune chord
She struck my-
Auto tuned fort
Then I look some more.
Hmmm. All I Feel is Truth
I want you to come inside & erase all I thought I had left of my past
I want your hands on this ass… I want your tongue to sing me Sonnets Of Syn
Until I’m screaming…IT’S YOURS
She was so cool. A boyish gentleman. Charming. Imperfect. Hard. PLUS
she rocked the James Dean denim/leather look & I adore…
Willing to be vulnerable with another lesbianbut one with a sense of Hetero entitlement.
Abandoning the same struggle & claiming it as a revolutionary process…..
I pray we’ve made Progress…..