I wrote this about me..seeking ROMANTICALLY, HIM

Don't confuse my expression through words and now my shared feelings of desire in writing this for anything less than my masculine self and burning feelings inside for HIM.

HIM IS REAL ...ARE YOU HIM

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Never loose him. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Love him, push, pull, cuddle, hold, thrust touch and grind him. Remove pressure from the moment allow yourself to let go, allow him to do the same, their is no audience. Love the moment. Embrace it, embrace him. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners' body hard or soft be one. Kiss him over and over, touch his face, his body, touch him. Support him in your arms as if it was the first time you kissed him. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Lick, suck and taste each other everywhere. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens then kiss him with conviction and wholeheartedly. Speak words, speak with your body, speak with your eyes, speak to his soul, speak without words. Touch his skin, kiss his mouth as you make love. Take a break and play with his hair as you admire him for just being him. Listen, learn, beg, whimper, sigh, even cry, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on dimly, watch his eyes when he explodes and him yours. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless to the moment. Forget how you look, remember how you feel. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Mess up your pride, rid your masculinity, or embrace it if you don't, lose your ego, Detonate together then collapse together, and melt into each other as if he is the last person you will ever see. Become one, hold him covered in your mixed sweat and cum, feel him, TASTE HIM and embrace his warmth, feel his breath, feel your heart. Feel his and your warm cum and sweat drying on each others skin as you fall asleep in after glow holding him tight cuddled together imagining its a beautiful picture of you and him hanging over your bed 20 years from now.

This is how I think of him. This is how I feel about him.

HIM is real.

Now who is HIM.

(Pouring from my heart and soul then greatly expanded and edited by me)