Morning wood:

“She’s still wet. Touch her. Explore her.”

*silence*

“You have really nice vaginal walls”

“Haha. Thanks. But what constitutes nice vaginal walls exactly lol?”

” You know, they’re nicely toned, tight, smooth. I was with a girl once and
I could tell as soon as I was inside of her that she didn’t have good vaginal walls. I pulled out immediately.
I think she was sorta angry, but hey, I have very high standards when it comes to vagina.”

LOL I love great morning conversation. It just makes my day. Apparently I have great vaginal walls by comparison at least. I’m not super familiar with the standards by which to measure the greatness or not so greatness of vagina, but judging by patrons comments past and present, I’m making some pretty great marks. I really wish I had payed more attention to the vaginas I’ve had the pleasure of meeting all of these years. I must say I now have a peaked curiosity about the varied structure and composition of different kinds of vaginas. I would like to meet some more. Have tea perhaps, talk about politics, compare and contrast vaginas that speak different languages. Its a very interesting subject. I wonder if there is a field of research study called vaginatology.

I would love to be a vaginatologist. I could study the climate, the weather changes, its likes and dislikes. The amount of rainfall, what causes might lead to drought, or flash floods for that matter.

I’m gonna look into that.

I don’t know if it would be appropriate to express myself fully at this time, but I feel as though it will pour out of me one way or another, so here it goes. You are still the one. The one that matches the vibration where I find my joy and my peace. It was never my intention nor my want to want you. If I had it my way, you wouldn’t even exist. I could walk the rest of my life never knowing, never feeling what I feel right now. I could succumb, I could give in, I could settle for something less than perfect. The peace that surrounds me surrounded by your essence is something I have only found in the sweetest melody caressing my senses. You represent everything that is real to me. Everything that is beyond human comprehension. Am I delusional, obsessed? Or am I for the first time truly in love. In love with myself. In love with the divine. In love with you. I have no desire to be with you if you have no desire to be with me. Beyond that I only want what is the most divine for us both. If that means we come together, so be it. If that means we never dive deeper than where we are now, so be it. I love you enough that you being you is all that I could ever need. I do not want from you. I do not need from you. I just love you, plain and simple. I feel crazy. This is definitely not “normal”, but I know that it is right. It will be what it needs to be. Whatever form it takes will never diminish the love I hold for you in my heart. The adoration. The unending gratitude that you exist. If our paths never crossed again, I would be content in having known you. Content that your presence has shown me that what I have always imagined is possible. I can live without you but choose not to. Not for what I can get from you, but for what I can give. You are the most perfect reflection of myself that I have yet come across. I am ready. Ready to grow. Ready to connect. Ready to love. With or without you, I still love…you.

*Listening to “Come on get higher” – Matt Nathanson