The Bearded Man

Why does it often seem the deep and passionate loves can sometimes be the cruelest? Such a beautifully aching piece, my lovely Dark Angel. You hold to what you know and let the rest go.

So much love for you...

thank you lovely one it's the intensity that is cruel the love is beautiful it is pure never asking for anything it's just given.. love Crim

Well whomever the bearded man is that has stemmed this steamy piece should be honored at such a write.
This is fantastic.

thank you graciously dearest Ragnar for showing me love on this write.. love Crim

Makes me want to go without shaving for a month or so.

i was drawn even closer
did i mention you're  
a devilishly good looking bastard?
the bearded man
who prowls my nights

Your bearded man is a keeper, and so's this poem.  Wonderful work!  

thank you dearest Sir Crow you gave me giggles with your comment :) love Crim

Awww .  .  . This is one hell of a write, Brenda.
A poem which covered the joy of recognizing
the masked man as a poet. Even you think you
will never meet in the flesh he left you with so
many memories they will last a . . . lifetime? I
think the answer to that is, yes absolutely yes.

thank you Jerry yes with his voice this poet left a indelible mark..  love you my friend..  Brenda

Definitely loving this piece..... You pulled me in and it was written with a softness to it sprinkled with love..... Simply beautiful.....

~BSavvy

thank you graciously Savvy One so happy you enjoyed.. love Crim

thank you John giggles indeed they do :) love Brenda

A passionate romp through the night... Wonderful

thank you most kindly Tim.. love Brenda

Hello, Crimbear this masked man is so lucky to capture you sweet and devious write gorgeous

aw thank you Quiet One I must say you yourself have left quite an impression on me.. love Crim

Brenda.. lucky man, to have you write about him.. did i mention, i've got a beard.. just kidding.. great ink.. love you, sister..




































Dave

My Beautiful Brenda....they sneak in under the radar without our knowledge...they captivate and take possession and we don't even feel it at the point of entry...how is it possible, yes? To have our souls penetrated so deeply and have it felt to only be gradual? Men like this they have it and I'd bet they don't even know it...they don't even know how integrally weaved they become with our beings....loved this splendid ink my love

With all my love - Taryn xoxo

reading this reminded me of a passage from a book i've read till its falling apart... the author talks of cruelty iro a protagonist, comparing the same to something wild...
"Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt."
... i think this kind of intense passion is the same.
and the men who stir such passion, such deep rooted devotion can only be as tempestuous as a storm...
i needed to read this tonight
xo
love you beautiful lady

A inking,  clearly spilled with love's blood...
Intimate n soft...