Just a few weeks ago, I posted about the importance of availability in a relationship - available physically, mentally, and emotionally. In other words, being ready, willing, and able to have an intimate connection with another, for lightning to strike, for fireworks to ensue. It is rare that my level of passion and fervor are matched by a man, and even more rare to find a man who exudes more sensuality than I; however, I think I may have met my match, and perhaps even my superior.
My Caribbean friend was a raging sea of intensity and grandeur, and our intimacy was a precise external replication of our feelings for one another. The incredible distance is the lone reason for our being apart. But in a rare stroke of luck (or fate, as I would like to believe in my heart), I have met a man in my own town who can make me feel the same way physically, emotionally, and I hope mentally, too. (That is more difficult to determine.) His emotion for me is thrilling, stimulating, and intoxicating. I want nothing less than to bottle up the way I feel when I'm with him and be able to open it any time I want. Love - or only the illusion thereof? Only time can tell such important things.
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