Book of Matches

My dear,

I’ve been struggling over the last week with what to write.  I begin a draft and then it goes into the “draft” folder and stays there.  Quelle horreur, n’est-ce pas?

Here I sit, alone on a Friday night, determined.  I can’t decide if I want your heart to race,  your dick to be hard or simply to hear your voice.   Better yet, how about all three?

Every morning and almost every evening I go for a walk.  I admit you cross my mind a few times and you are even in my prayers.   The fact that I think about your hard cock, wet kiss and then I ask God to keep you safe, well that’s intimacy taken to another level, n’est-ce pas?

The mind is the best navigation tool we have.  Life challenges us in the most mysterious ways and its our job to push back.  At times it can be a gentle nudge and sometimes it’s a shove.

Your strength makes you invincible.  I will never stop being amazed, even if I don’t always share those compliments with you.

A masculine man, you are,  whose preparedness, clarity and imagination, are perhaps, what I treasure most.

Point me towards your light and let me feel that heat.  The velocity of passion.  It is the risk of burning under a cool, collected mindset that compels, getting closer the flame.

Music mood:  Rusted Rood “back to the earth”

Neurally yours,

the book of matches xo



I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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