Musings from the edge

My Butterfly

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She’s real. She’s not a dream, though I dream of her all the time. She’s beautiful, sexy, very sensual, and absolutely amazing. I want her badly. To hold her, hug her, kiss her deeply, caress her warmly.

It’s amazing how exciting she is to me. How wonderful it feels. My only problem is it’s a long-distance relationship. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. So I need to go. To where she is. To where my heart belongs.

She wants a Daddy. I want a Babygirl, someone for whom I can be everything. She is everything that matters in the world. I want her. I want to be around her. I want to be inside her. I want all of the desires inside me to be completed with her, and by her, and for her.

This will still be a work in progress. We both come from broken marriages. We both have responsibilities to offspring. She needs still to have space. But I feel it deeply, that knowing feeling that everything about her matches everything I need, and desire.

I’ve never felt this way before. I know this to be true. And I believe it is the best thing possible.

She is my Butterfly. I am her Phoenix. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

One thought on “My Butterfly

  1. Lucky girl, to be so wanted x

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