Intensity

Sweet angel…

I heard a rumor the other day that you may be a bit worried that I might fear your intensity.

Babe.

Seriously. Babe.

I love hard.

I have loved you with every fiber of my being since before I even really knew you.

Even now, with so many mysteries still yet to unfold, my soul burns for you. And this isn't just some spark, babe. Not some magnesium flare. This is the light and the heat of a million million suns burning for an eternity. There isn't anybody who can put this fire out, love, no matter how some might wish to try.

No, love, I don't fear intensity. I am intensity.

If you haven't seen it yet, just wait… wait til the walls are down and the cuffs are off (or… would you prefer for them to be on? hmmm…). If one of us should worry about being too intense, doll, it's me.

Though, surely you've seen the signs… I've certainly let my gaze linger on you hungrily, even as you've returned my stare. I'm sure you caught me taking all of you in when you showed up at that campground… and likely thousands upon thousands of other times, besides…

I want you. I want you to have and to hold and to do with exactly as you please.

But don't you worry now, beautiful. Oh, these hands will hold you oh-so-tight, so you feel safe and warm… but they're soft enough to leave you exactly the room you need to breathe and grow. My love is intense, babe, true enough. Intense, but fair.

Mmmmmmmm, this is going to be interesting, isn't it? Imagining ours is the spark that will set the world ablaze…

So, whaddya say, green eyes? Shall we light some fires?

Love,
Me.