Weak In Her Arms

I’m taller than her.

She knows how to hold me

in a womanly way.

She’s held a tall woman before.

She’s an athlete.

I think that helps her with

confidence and cool calmness.

She’s stronger than my last

girlfriend and my last girlfriend

was pretty strong.

I really like strong women.

Swoon. It’s my achilles.

I love feeling weak in my

babe’s arms.

A Kyeurmic Love

I can have a Kyeurmic love
in myself
that leads me to be joyous,
giving,
charitable,
easy & patient,
exuberant,
realistic,
authentic,
forgiving,
accepting,
and
gentle
with myself.

So that I can be all this
with the many lovers and friends
I love
and respect their liberty to be
who they are with themselves
with this world
and with other lovers and friends as well.

Life is one soul with many colors.
I can live in color.

The Kyeurmic love is made for lovers.

Jhoon teethokwa dawn tathoo’way!