Summer Blues: What I am wanting now

I wouldn't necessarily say I was looking for a "new new" or an experience that would wipe the years of intentional moments from my mind, but just a moment in this time that would take my breath away. I am not looking to discuss likes or dislikes and interests in the now; I am looking to conjure a mood and moment in time of desire and pure passion.

Is it desire that burns in the center of my mind when I think about the possibility of me and you. Or is it the idea of an intense passionate moment that would burn through my mind and memory and obliterate all the things the interludes that were in passing and the past. Can it simply be the need to exist with you presently present and in

the now, closing the blinds of our designated location creating a misadventure that would be worth the stakes. 

Am I too much? Have I asked for more than you could offer and handle? Is this fictional fantasy or could you narrate the best moment and time in our life? 

Shared or shattered- Is the risk better than the temporary moment of bliss or call it insanity.

It's what Summer brings into the mix...my mind is sauntering into the mix of so many moments and attempting to not judge each and everyone of them, but selecting what is best fitting for me, because my outcome matters. I am thinking singularity, yet when I incorporate you into the mix I do have to create an emotional connection even as temporary as it will be. 

And that is ok...I make no promises, choices and connections beyond the experiences before me. 

So July turns into August...SO BE IT

For the 2-5...a lesson in the lust.

 It's neither a hit or a miss or a stoppage in my personal growth goal of self reflection for the 25". 

I have realized that I enjoy the art of conversating. I literally look forward to the captive engagement of sharing information, questioning mutual wonderment and being able to clearly define a mutual interest or some what of a hidden fantasy or past time of a desire. 

There is nothing like the instant bang of a chemical connection inspired by situational thoughts of unhinged passions; to be even more specific the thought of a sexually charged battle to the nights' end is something of a distant dream, but not that far off distant. 

Where I went a little astray this one time was expecting a mutual explosion of the connective fusion mentally and physically, and what resulted was a misinterpreted mind fuck. Let's just say I was projecting what I assumed would be a shared bond of mutual desire and passion, a moment in time where I could simply be in the midst of something. 

It was carnal. I wouldn't attach a scent to it, I would simply say that he gives off intense waves of energy that felt as if it had connected with me before he spoke. I would say a ravenous passion, a quiet and thunderous energy that I haven't felt in such a long time. I really wanted to forget as to why I was there, but I slowly started to bring my attention back to my session; and the immediate feelings of wondering how to pursue this interest; this shared moment of combustive tension...

For what it was worth I guess I realized three things, my passions can be so intense that common sense has no room to enter into the conversation. Secondly, I was wanting something that never could really exist in my current life pattern, placement and need in this present moment; lastly, the reality of Lusting for or Lusting after swiftly fades away when it no longer serves its purpose, so this is perhaps why it could never be or become. 

Tada!