#3 THE WOMAN FROM THE WEST COAST

I don't know where to start, other than to say that I'm in love. I'm young, I'm confident, I'm arrogant and I'm sure that somewhere on this planet, in this gigantic universe we call home, there is someone out there who is meant to share my journey. And that person was raised up from the past life as a goddess from California. Yes, the woman above is her. No, I will never show her face, and no she will never share my secret. Is she aware of my provacative activity? Hell yes. Will she every forsake my wishes to be a man with a million wives but only one queen? Not now, not ever? Will I ever betray that, the promises I've made, or her? No. The thought will never cross my mind. Because she is love, she is goodness. She is kindness, and she is infatuation 24 hours of the day, years strong. She's a fan of mine, of the works I write, of the fantasies I withhold and she is the maker of bringing such joys to life. She gives me freedom, as she has hers to find herself passionately waivering in every pleasure that can be felt. And we feel them together, night and day as all halves must. And each night I lay beside her is worth it, every blog I post is worth it, and every stroke of my cock, whether it be by her, my own hand, or the lips of another woman, I stay her's. Because I belong to someone, and I do not see her as a prison but as an eternity in paradise. So yes, she would love to join us as we rage inside of each other's temples and bash around alters of carnal flesh and glory. Yes, she would love to be there. And when she is not, I still belong to her. Never to you. So please, for the first time, I would like to introduce my sidekick, my song, my poem and my garden, my Ambrosia Chalice [heart eyes].