Contrast My Admiration

(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell

Contrast my admiration for his face, my fantasies of holding children in our arms, the ceaseless desire of my lips to kiss him, the gentle restraint of my touch, my proximity to tears from the sweetness of a few remembered moments and my pleasuring in his caresses which I'd consider under-abundant in another lover.   I don't know whom I think of more when I'm with him—him or me. His appeal reduces me to silly worship and uplifts me to selfless intents and constancy. The sureness of love has grown, calming me and releasing me somewhat from idiocy— I can respect myself with him. I'm as amused by him as by the world (solitary laughter, mostly). He charms my heart and I delight in giving it away.