“Him”… “Him” is the strongest, the one that’s existed the longest… that which has always been past, present and future… when “him” is mentioned anyone that I have allowed into my small circle of life knows exactly who is being spoken of… the “him” that my realm knows because he has always been the center of my world, ruler of my universe…“Him” and I… existing as a unit for over half of each of our lives… best times and worst times… “Him” was there when I was the pimple-faced, size 14 crown queen… “Him” was there to hold my hand through tough times, wipe my tears through harder times and praise me at each accomplishment…. The man that took my virginity, taught me to drive, paint my first marks of passion on the inside of my thighs, the first man to watch OUR child being born as he feverishly ran around the operating room trying to capture every moment of the emergence of our goddess. “Him” will always be my first love… but (there is always a “but”)…
My heart is immense and I have been blessed with the ability to love like a madwoman… “He” precipitously “happened” and my love leaped into new depths of my soul… it was not that the love reciprocated by “him” could not suffice… “He” was never planned… not once did the stars predict that “he” would conquer my soul and teach me that love was multi-dimensional… the gift and the curse… one heart bound to two men that God created with ambiances unlike any other… very different adoration emitting from the same heart…
I have not shared any milestones over half a century with “he”… “he” does not know the me that I used to be and was not there to kiss me each day as I closed my locker door like “him” did… yet, “he” has caused fireworks within my body that no creature on this earth has ever been able to generate… “he” has made me feel alive in every sense of the word… “he” has listened to each goal, dream and aspiration with no hint of judgment or doubt… “he” has brought smiles to my face in the darkest of moments and has whispered words of hope and encouragement when defeat feels so near… “he” has brought adventure and passion to my life while “him” has offered stability and longevity…
“He” kisses me maddeningly, swallowing my bottom lip whole as my pussy drips to the rhythm of his tongue… “him” takes my lips and my body as a lover that is at great peace with his partner for he knows every mole, scar and erotic spot on my body… “he” fucks me with a craving that makes my yoni yearn for more, always harder, doing whatever it is that I ask in my weakened moments of lustful pleas, always harder, “he” consistently conquers my pussy and leaves me longing for more, and more, and more…
“Him” offers a love making so sweet that the nectar of the honeybee is jealous… “him” never “fucks me harder” for there is no bone in his body that wishes to make me endure any form of pain, even if requested by my own lips, the lips that “he” devours so infuriatingly … “him” is my protector and plays his role even as his dick slowly finds its way into the moist, warm crevice of my vagina that knows “him” so well, loving even my pussy as if his only goal in life is to safeguard it…
Polyamory… to love two at once… gifted with a heart that propagates and cultivates… a soul that has no limits and is not bound by the communal law that love is unable to be apportioned… “him” is my love, always and forever… “He” is who I am in love with… completely and unconditionally… two men… one me… loving each equally but differently because each loves me… inversely… triangular, yet equilateral, love… “him” no more than “he”… “he” not an iota more than “him”… love… in 3D
~Viola Monroe
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