Ummmmmm......

Wonderous Punch drunk love...

WELL, it's finally here…. The moment you’ve all been waiting for.  This crucial moment in my life. The tides have turned, and the gates of heaven have opened up, and an inundation, a downpour of credence have rushed ashore, and spun a tsunami of happiness over the southern hemisphere…

YEP

You guessed it…

Celibacy Blues is sing another tune....

 … And how does it feel???

Like a virgin  again… WTH??

OMG. I could not F’N believe how much pain I was in.  I knew it was not going to be easy, but DAMN. Can you say a-bitch-was-on-SWOLE? …. For MUCH of the experience. 4 days of Wonderous Punch in the puccini, was everything I imagine, and a lot I didn’t think I’d need an icepack for. At one point we made a condom run, and he picks up Trojan fire and ice. I was like “ummm…. hell2danaw.” Shit was already on fire lol. “Don’t want no parts of non-a-that.” I think we ended up with Her Pleasures.  But I seriously think he broke it. Lol. Can you break a V-jay-jay? Any Gynecologist in the house?

Anywho, I guess you’re probably wondering, does this make him the ONE? Do I have a ring on my finger?  Well, the answer is YES, he’s the one. The ring?  Proposably (made up word)—proposal+possibly. Probably doesn’t make sense, but let me explain. Not a real engagement ring, but commitment and promise ring, although, he has technically asked, and there was a tentative acceptance. Not in the traditional sense, but in theory, as we see how the relationship progresses. Then we can revisit said  put-a-ring-on-it proposal.  

Even though, the ring was not necessarily a requirement, in my sexual hiatus, a deeper connection and commitment was what I was after. The idea of true Celibacy is about abstaining before marriage. #FAIL…  I do struggle with actually wanting to do that. That would be the ultimate symbol of true commitment to one another. HE has in fact suggested it. He is strong in his faith, and fears God. #gottalovethatman. He has come to believe in living right in the eyes of God, in regards to sex before marriage. So this idea was not too far fetched for him when I first told him I was newly Celibate. I guess I should say Abstaining, applied better to the situation at the time, because as soon as I said it, he slipped and fell accidently in my abstainence.  #FAIL... but circumstances and distance allowed me to quickly recovered soon after.

What just happened?

                                                           

2 weeks later, and the walls have retracted, and I can finally pee straight... here it is, after 10 long, Long, LONG months, I’m no longer Celibate/abstaining.  Well, kinda am, but not by choice. He IS still currently 1200 miles and 19 hours away. So, I guess now that I think about it, back to square one. DAMN.… well at least my puccini gets a break.  

He said he wanted to feed me

He said he wanted to feed me
Tongue taste him,
Lips to sip on every word,
Drinking every drop, his ink
Smooth taste on my lips, inebriated,
Left me without my inhibitions
Trying to find myself,
Lost in translation,
My mind, left
To defend against nature
Immersed in my essence,
He proposed,
Before I could decline,
My body accepted,
My mind left me,
In a hypnotic trance
Legs like putty
Wrapped around his words
Thighs soft like butter,
Melted on a honey bun,
Hands cuffed, his pen
Extended to write a
Verse to draft the next