Gentle Sting.

My mind races, my pulse races, I can not slow down on the inside.

Until we shall actually sit down to be Physically/Emotionally Vulnerable with each other, I will keep on asking myself:

"Am I Good Enough To Please Her? Will I Be Good Enough, To Please Her?"

I do not know, I am not sure, my senses are clouded, tunneled, siphoned, by certain Psychological Blocks, that tell me to Keep On Pushing, Don't Stop For Emotion, Feel No Emotion, Keep On Pushing, On We Plow.

Guaranteed, that as soon as we shall come together, and settle down, set the mood, set the ambiance, just The Two Of Us, Alone, my mind will stop racing, my vitals will stop racing, I will start to come back down, The Non-Civilian Me, will gently melt away, Warzone sensations will fade, become faint, muted, no longer Reality. The Non-Civilian Me, will gently melt away, slowly, softly, delicately, and then will I realize, just how Vulnerable I now am, with Her.

What an amazing feeling that will be,...to be so Present, and so Vulnerable,...with Her.

I will Hold Her Hand, in Mine, feel the warmth of her skin, the ebb and flow of her pulse, my Tush right next to Hers, supple forms, breathing, together at rest, as we shall coalesce, mind, body, thoughts, emotions.

How incredibly amazing that will feel,...to be so Connected, Intimate, Present,...with Her. I can ask for no greater Blessing.

Vulnerability, Shared Candidness, So Supple, So Soothing, So Beautiful.