As I sit here in my room at 2:30 in the afternoon under the pale hue of my sun-light, my heart and mind overflow with thoughts and emotions of you. I desire to get some of these feelings and memories down on paper, with the hope that it may be beautiful.

The first time I met you, I saw your beauty. I felt an unexplainable intuition rising from deep within myself, telling me that this woman before me, this child of God, is one who seeks the True Path. When I first began regularly spending time with you, I became yours. You captured my spirit, my attention, my thoughts. I began more and more frequently longing for my next dose of you, thinking about your sparkly smile and your hidden wit. I secretly wanted to open myself to you, share ourselves with each other, and fall in love. Sensing your reluctance, I unknowingly held myself back from you for fear that I would scare you away. Though perhaps not long enough, I did restrain myself as much as I could for as long as I could, which is pretty good, considering. I saw my eagerness for you cause further distance between us, and I learned. You saw me learn, you felt my honesty, you heard and loved my beautiful spirit-words, and you opened yourself to me.

First you showed me your beautiful smile and endearing playfulness, followed by your compassion and desire. You showed me your walls, your fears, and you told me about your pain. You showed me your weak, small, scared girl inside, and then you showed me your strength. Your faith, released and multiplied by the emotional communion with Seekers of the True Path, buoyed you up as a lifeboat in the midst of a storm. You showed me your decision to act upon this faith, your courage, your love. The past week of my life has been one of the most blissful and exciting that I can recall. Since we have become even closer and more open than ever, you have lovingly and courageously showed me your passion.

The Thursday night Sample knocked me into a different plane of existence. Your gentle, warm, wet kisses are all over my face and neck, your soft, plush lips caressing my hungry lips in a delicate dance of love and freedom. Your soft, voluptuous body is pressed tightly to mine, pushing, pulling, grasping and massaging me slowly and rhythmically, pulsing in time with the beat of the Song of Life. I lose all hold on thought and sentence, and my mind becomes an inferno, a creature of pure feeling. When I capture the strength to open my eyes, the sight of your beautiful face, innocent and perfect, fills my vision and sends me reeling. How am I supposed to bowl after that?

Last night you went even further and ignited my passion for you in a totally different way. You are so full of vigor, so eager for adventure. Driving back in electric silence, my thoughts breaking the smooth ether of mental serenity like waves crashing into a lighthouse. Unstoppable passion flowing between us, at first a trickle, culminating in an unstoppable torrent of energy. Stop the car now and park on the side of the road; I can't wait any longer. I must have you now. Urgency and hurriedness, excitement and electricity, desire and satisfaction battering my mind. Again thrust into the red world of unseeing emotion. Raw emotion, unchained restraint, pure power dancing between our skin like a kaleidoscope aurora of spirit-love. Smooth flesh, sensual softness, delicate and driving touch of warm lips, pure satisfaction mingling with pure desire. I fill my nose with your warm and musky breath, taking me back to a forgotten home in a different life, an old, dark forest with tall green sequoias whispering volumes about love and contentment across hundreds of years of time. I have always known you. I have always loved you. I need you now. I must have you now.

Back on the road. Thank God for cruise control. Sweet conflict in my mind, inescapable division of attention, still charged. More warm soft kisses, driving me insane. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Solar flares of physical pleasure, passion, arousal. Keep going. Watch the road. Only a few more miles to our hideaway. Finally embraced once again in the comfort of seclusion, within the impenetrable walls of a home within all homes, at peace. I can't believe I didn't crash the car.