My first love

I often dreamt about him…became aware of his presence before I was aware of myself
Desiring to taste the sweetness of him, touch his innocence….to be touched to be shaped to be born into a surreal existence…a freedom within me only he could muster
I often dreamed of sneaking away to visit him…to be enticed by his larger than life energy to be captivated by his swagger
First time I met him… I was in luuurve. His skin of many shades, bright eyes held the wisdom of a legion of souls. Spoke so many languages…we connected on too many levels for a first time encounter. His forefathers travelled from many seas in so being we connected from past encounters and on the jagged hope of future meetings to come.

Transfixed by his aesthetics

His sweet taste lingered on the buds of my memory for a long time after I left him. This would be fuelled by constant reminders of him around me all the time.
I would replay his touch of his mind, the thrust of emotions I encountered. My happy place.

When I saw him again he seemed shorter and after a few minutes that surge of excited energy and sweaty palms had disappointedly flopped back to the pit of my stomach. Don’t get me wrong he was still as fine as hell and still had his swagger, But it was different. Or maybe after the years gone by I was different now. I found myself questioning if our first encounter did actually happened as id replayed it on countless times in my mind, or if I'd exaggerated it.
His approach with me was different too as if he was being cautious …but still just as intense. He took me to new places and I reached new heights…but I constantly compared them to our first encounter. It occurred to me I had to let go of yesterday and embrace now….my affection after all had not stopped…just different.
He introduced me to new friends…which in turn became my friends…bound by our connection….the love of this great man. I now saw him as venerable as he revealed himself to me… maybe it was there all along maybe I was just to infatuated with the ideal of him to see it. I saw him naked…his inner turmoil battling. I witnessed his grittier side, his uglier side…..but somehow I left him feeling a greater depth of emotion towards him; some may tag it as sympathy but I think its empathy…a shared understanding. This emotion surpassed his sexual energy, his chat, his ego. I felt that he was in my blood. I felt a tiny seed of something growing that would become sooo strong so unique …so beautiful
　
We stayed in touch a lot more this time. I no longer needed to dream of our encounter…they were played out through small talk deep into the early hours of the morning.
you see we are still so closely connected. Our embraces so much more intense because I was holding him…knowledgeable of all of him. When I looked at him I saw what I felt towards him. He had now become a part of me… I would remain loyal to him… regardless of the bad times my affection would and could never faultier
Yes I loved this great entity…
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Even though at times I witnessed and encountered the harsher, rude even grittier side of him, I was very protective when others judged him. As I traced the emerging age lines on his face…I searched him…I knew him.  Although knocked twice,  to me he still stood tall.
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This great man of a city… this Soul of a great city....this city was apart of me

Man I  love  N.Y.C