ShaktiSama
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The best thing is...? So hard to pick the best. There are so many times when I turn and look at him and just stop to admire his beauty: the chiseled lines of his cheekbone, nose and jaw, the bronze eyes and soft, sensuously vulnerable mouth, his finely turned hands, sleek back and smooth belly... I love the way his body responds to my every touch, completely open and exquisitely sensitive, soaking in all levels of sensation from the gentlest caress to the cruelest agony. The level of safety and trust I feel with him, the certain knowledge that he would never want to hurt me no matter how I angered or disappointed him--that's definitely a new thing for me. It's been almost a year since I collared him and never once have I felt that he wanted to lash out at me or cause me sorrow. At least once or twice I have wrapped my arms around him when I was sick and exhausted and just hugged him to me like a fretful child with a long-suffering teddy; never once did he stir or disturb me until I had fallen asleep, never once did he trouble me with restlessness or boredom. The most perfectly loving pet imaginable.... He never fails to make me smile when I'm with him, never stops asking intelligent questions, never hides his love or pain from me, never shuts me out or holds anything back. He has by far the most open (and thus the most courageous) heart I have ever seen. At the moment, I don't know what our future holds, and whether circumstances will intervene to tear us apart. All I know is that I find it harder every day to imagine a happy life without him in it.
< Message edited by ShaktiSama -- 3/2/2009 8:31:17 PM >
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