You only Live Twice

"Though they live separate lives, these two lovers share a bond that is both ethereal and captivating. She makes the choice to reach out to her equal—a man as wild and adventurous as herself—but remains haunted by a single question: is she truly ready to explore the depths of their unique romantic interlude?"

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Music Licensed by: Pixabay

Music by: Alex Grohl

Song: Sweet Life 

Photo by: Erika Varga

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Welcome to The Cover of My Dreams. This is a lover's perspective of sexual, social, and romantic experiences over a 20-year period, each story unique in the exploration of organic, transcendental, ethereal, and captivating interactions between a man and a woman to help you benefit by having an open mind and your own personal experiences. Enjoy. You once said I put a spell on you, and you have been correct. My love is a stranger, but without my passive danger, I paid the price to live twice. You paid the greater price than I. In the fallen sky I appeared to hold you and protect you while you learned in your own way to love me. I feast on you in moments like there is no tomorrow, because I know you are giving me a moment's notice to take you now, or me to lay down with dogs, still loving me but letting me out to be a dog. There's no point in living if you can't live by luck. There's no point in living if you can't feel alive. You to the ice climbing mountains and skydiving, me to swim with sea snakes in the Pacific and witness smuggling coyotes on the border wars. Our memories, our energy of philosophical bandwidth. This has still a common wavelength. Do you realize there have been seven planets aligned, a supermoon, two comets, and more astrological alignments within our relation? And we've not seen any of them together. But we fuck each other like DNA animals of a thousand years of our own genetics. You perhaps yearning for the continuous climax and escape from our physical tensions, me claiming you as my feminine animal to mate with, but without children. Just the raw experience of us in crazy energy, never able to explain to ourselves or others. You hide me as a side trophy of the unique and private. While I sleep quietly to hear you whisper rare words. I love you, Kay. Not to awaken the rest of the world with this secret. Maybe you are extremely possessive of us or me. Maybe you are still working to find out who I really am because you cannot get enough. So you stop on the edge of curiosity to seek me out. Yet at times you feel greater than me in your mental world of knowledge, but fall short of all your learnings to know for sure. Is this exploration that you crave? Is this exploration that you desire? It's the first journey of 365 days of the multiple of many you still want. You quietly beg for me to drop my kisses upon your saturated lips of need and need my intervention of male to woman to grace the beauty that is you from the inside out and from the outside in. The ending search to finally find a man without using a relationship compass to discover in a hard world of non-relationships. I can leave you, you can work to forget me with spreadsheets and numbers, but you still like the mystery and the undiscovered elements of who I am. Journey deep, my obedient lover. Travel long, my female rapist, as you come upon my thighs as I bite your nipples with pain. You're not done yet with me, but then again you have no desire to end what you have found. Earthmarker 22 3193 North, 114, 1694 East. Love, passion, sex is expansive. Let it breathe.