I am in the bar swaying to the Rhythm in the Room 😉, listening to live music. You walk in with your adorable s*** self, and with one glance in my brown eyes; I know, you know and you want a confession not online but in real time. Well it is in my playfully rebellious nature to refuse without a sweet wager. So we make a deal, for every 10 minute timed kiss & make out session you successfully complete with me, I will answer 1 question 😘 Which means I can cure your curiosity by answering any 6 questions you want per hour, no topic off limits. Dependent completely on your time management skills & ability to remove your juicy lips from mine. Which will prove futile because my charms are irresistible..lol.. However, I will confess in safe space that you darling, have been the muse, and catalyst to form a character in many of my e*****, bisexual stories, fantasies, poetry, and creative projects which would have never existed had we not met. For which I am grateful, even if it floated out into cyberspace. Your beauty, voice and grace sparked an awakening in me long slumbering. I never asked for you or your voice to invade my dreams but they did and still do. Being a realist, I know those who get to date you are the lucky few. Not chubby charming people like me when you have an ocean of options at your feet. As time passes you will eventually forget my face as it blends into the crowd of all the people you meet. And although the distance of roads between us will increase the imagination of what it would be like to experience your love flows beyond the miles. Although it may not be you, my dream archetype, cuddling and sleeping in the bed with my mermaid every night, the romantic musings, the fantasy, the beauty of you will live on in pen and ink and online. Like Beatrice to Dante, immortalizing the one woman he finds more beautiful and intreging than all the others, whom he knew would never share her heart with him. So he loved her through his creative work. Maybe not the ideal, perhaps something not everyone will understand, but a comfort for a heart having known unrequited love. The ideal fantasy being the classic car scene in the Titanic film, I would recreate it with you right now, pencil and sketch pad in hand cherishing the time and extending the minutes to touch your face, run my fingers through your blonde hair and feel your heartbeat next to mine. Wishful thinking in a world that supports negativity and cynicism more than love. Well at least I aimed for the stars and fell into stardust. Take care gorgeous. Song: Iris by the Go Goo Dolls
