Bird Takes A Lover

But no ordinary lover. I have been in love and yearning for the touch of this lover – to be kissed a soft, smooth kiss, to be held in cool arms that wrap themselves slowly and tenderly around my waist, for a long time. This love of mine is older than me, and when we first met, I, being but fifteen, was seduced, captivated by this love’s sophistication, charm, glamour. This love of mine treated me kindly, played with me, toyed with me, in a gentle way, ruffling my hair, smiling at me, tracing suggestively the contours of my face, my slim, curvy adolescent body, letting me know I was seen, I was felt. But though I wanted to consummate this love, my love would not have me – would not go quite so far as I, in my school girl crush, wanted to go.

But it was no school girl crush. For years, this love has been in my heart. And as I have grown and changed from those teenaged years, I’ve wanted this lover to see that I am a girl no longer, but a woman – and I know a thing or two now that I didn’t know before. Even during my marriage, I thought of this lover who is raucous and rowdy, sentimental and romantic – and found ways to be close, to circle the perimeter. For a long time, it was enough just to be within range, to see this lover occasionally and fantasize of what life with this lover would be like if only we could be together.

But it is no longer enough to dream of this love’s touch. My desire is no longer controllable – I cannot live without my love. I am compelled to do something – anything – to be with this lover, to consummate this love I have felt so long and so passionately, this love that began in my girlhood and has never left me. It must be true love; it must be my destiny.

I know, I know, I sound like a school girl even now. But I don’t care – I don’t care. I will have my love, and my love will have me!

For all these years that I have longed for this lover – this lover has been waiting for me – for me! All I had to do was make one, simple move – provide one sure action that told my love I was ready. That is all my love has been waiting for.

So I am making my move. And my love is willing and waiting for me. By August 18th, I will at last be with this love of mine. I am happy, excited, joyful, tingly with desire. I can hardly wait to hold this love in my arms and be held, to tease, play, and fulfill my love’s needs, to be teased, played and fulfilled in return.

But there is much to be done before I can rest in my lover’s arms. To keep me focused, to assure me of my love’s affection and desire, I have a picture of my lover, sprawled out seductively before me, open and willing, waiting for me, inviting me to play:

Yes, this is my love, my beloved San Francisco, and that is what I will see every day, from my new living room window – my lover, beckoning to me to venture forth, to come out and play, to run wild and enjoy all it has to offer, for my lover is a generous one and there is no end to its enchantments.