Sometimes

Sometimes, You fall in love.

Sometimes, it is a love that did not have an appointment, a walk-in if you will.

Sometimes, you will be the one, to have unleashed the emotions that danced so fiercely.

Sometimes, he won’t love you back.

When loves appears with her beauty, her enchanted aura, we embrace her.

We smile and revel in the sensations of our nipples getting hard as the goosebumps cover our body.

Ah.. Love is belonging, it is confirmation, it is beautiful. Love is.

I believe the hardest piece of understanding love is the demise of Love. The whole trajectory of your existence changes, the food with its luscious scents, no longer entice you. The morning cup of coffee, “My lifeline of the day,” does not caress your pallet as it once used to. Music, the melodic sounds of music is difficult to listen to, due to the floods of memories that are invoked of that lost love that has tortured your existence and sucks the energy out from your big toe.

Sometimes, those flowing loves of the seasons leave a deeper impact than the loves that spend years by your side. Sometimes, the love of the fleeting season hurt more profoundly. I lived that season, with laughter, inspiration, and freedom of the soul. I lived the beauty of compatibility in deep conversations, and a sense of adventure. Of tingling hugs and hot passion filled with great orgasms. I lived a season of certainty.

Sometimes, I give in to the travels of my yesterday with my seasonal love, and I smile for what was in a moment of a real love, but, only sometimes.

I was bred for love, and if you ever need me, here is where you will find me, caught between the sunsets and the moonlight.

Sometimes.