Meet me....

My mind is full of questions and conversations. Yours is not. Meet me at the door. Kiss me. Hug me. Don't say a word unless it related to lovemaking. Caress me. A lot. Look me in the eye and tell me how to elevate your pleasure. Let your body tell me things, your mouth wouldn't dare.  Under lock and key, your feelings go unexpressed. You are protecting them from being hurt. That prison cell of  'protection' is the very thing that drives us apart. Come out into the rain! Yes........you will get wet...Soaked if I can help it. The rain won't kill you. You will not suffer romantic pneumonia. Any harm that may reach you will always be proceeded by loving  and care. People get hurt everyday. They live, survive and develop strength everyday as well. You don't have to throw your protective gear away. Fold it neatly on this chair..within easy reach, in case you think you'll need it. I assure you..and reassure you..you will not. I just want to love you. Be loved by you. Make love to you. And protect you from everything but me. Live. Now live dangerously. Love me with your heart the way your body loves to love mine.