My Heart is Smiling (P.S. I Love You)

“My heart’s never smiled so hard, baby; loving you is fun!” (Easton Corbin) This phrase from a country song (surprise! surprise!), reminds me of the numerous conversations David and I used to have. Often we would text: “my heart is smiling/laughing.” Or the question: “do you still have butterflies?” Answer: “of course! And I hope…

The Hug (Part II)

PART I The tour ended when we entered the farm-house from the kitchen. He grabbed us a couple of Castles and then showed us to the front porch. It was a small one but it had room for the three of us. I was too nervous to share the long chair with him so I…

Texts

To say our texts the past two weeks have been numerous is to understate the whole affair. Sadly though, I’ve had to delete some of mine to free up space. Don’t worry I kept the steamy ones for later. For insurance. 🙂

Great Lover

“A lot of people fall in love with you, huh?” He asked as he kissed me lightly. “Oh! What would make you say that?” I replied coyly. “Well for starters, you are a great lover. You do a lot of things right. You know just how to care for your lover. Always attentive to his…or…

Literally I

You took my breath away. And it was literal. I used to hear clichés like this one all the time and think: yeah sure! And then I met you and I got it. That proverbial light bulb just went off. So this is what they meant. It’s the I-can’t-breathe-but-don’t-want-to-come-up-for-air The wait-while-I-wipe-that-silly-grin-off-my-face That now-where-were-we That I-know-I-just-saw-you-but……

Fast

It feels like it’s been moving so fast…well, it has…I guess… but it feels like a natural progression from that first hug. Abi? When I first saw you on the farm, I never would have imagined lying next to you on some beach for New Year’s Day. I’ve had an amazing 42 hours and it…

Monsoon Love

You arrive soaked In this monsoon That the heavens unleashed on us I hurry to towel you dry With the purple towel That has my initials: KDY Given to me on  my 33rd birthday By my first African lesbian lover Say, is it blasphemous to cradle you You my new love In what we used…