Beagentleman - Blog Posts

My Pleasure, My Joy

Experiencing you is my Pleasure

Pleasuring you is my Joy

I wanna feel what else you can do to me... and return the sensation 3 fold

I wanna lose track of time and space and being,by being with you... and just become something else, together

I want your heart beating against mine; your lips amidst my own; your arms and legs enveloping me; your ass in my hands...

Your passion riding the tip of my tongue; your imagination balancing on the tips of my fingers, awaiting your command... I wanna be inside your endless intimacy

I want Lust to flow freely, but have no taste, because greater emotions overwhelm our palate

Mmmm... gimme you, please

I wanna incite a confirmation for each thought i have ever thought of you... via your undressing kiss, your clutching hold, your magnetic intensity, and/or your sensual whisper

I wanna learn you in ways you didn’t know you can be learned... and purposefully exploit that knowledge for your agreed benefit

I want our intimacy to be the ultimate antidote against anything this life can bring... and be the only elixer i get drunken off of... and be as spectacularly nourishable as miracles of multiplying fish and bread... and as promising as a land of milk and honey

-Pati3ntWo1f (11262019)

“The magic of your waters... sweet and refreshing. The majesties of the wonderland that is your body, its valleys and peaks... breath-taking. The twinkle in your eyes, tempting me to look deeper and longer into the universe behind your eyes... mystifying. And i know this place is home... because that moon - same moon that’s in your sky - glows in my memories and dreams.” -Pati3ntWo1f

Thanx @geyashvecova for the inspiration!

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Neon Arctic Ice_211019)

“The pain you endure is not a total waist of energy or obstruction of progress ... such pressures create gems... takes ones willpower and being and refines it... like a sifting to find gold or a pressing to of grapes into wine... time and pressure has an ability to purify...

You are sweet pineapple juice- concentrate... a spiced rum distilled... a spring, welled from the frigid of a mountain top, that exists as stream and river and rapids and waterfall... all providing life to the ecosystems you pass through and spawn...

Said simply: Your Pains have yielded you a better quality standard. Others drink from the well, but you are top shelf. Don’t offer of yourself for less.”

-Pati3ntWo1f

Call this... “Us”

... She trustfully replied, “whatever you want to do...”

... I explained...

“Passionately... Intensely... Thoroughly... Genuinely... Intimately... Intentionally...

I wanna wander through your thoughts, igniting romantic flame after romantic flame, until the glow is visible within your smoltering stare...

And its warmth is emitting through your supple skin...

And then we can cast playful shadows across the ceiling, as we dance in flames of desire stoked between us...

The friction of our bodies creating a fireworks show...

I'll submit my vulnerability as sage for us to smudge... and cleanse through the steam created from the moiture of our kisses, the sweat of our bodies, your gateway to...

Paradise...

Our emotions flowing slow yet momentous - in some state between solid and liquid - my magma crashing into your ocean...

The heat our your intensified breathing... on my neck, my chest...

Us, both, unable to form words... we create a new language of sounds and exhales and pauses...

This is tantric... this is medatative... exotic and erotic... profound and provacative... deep yet weightless... beautifully fierce...

I’m using my lips like extra fingertips... just because i’m so in love with how you feel - idk if this can be even called a kiss...

But with this, I christen each inch of you as beautiful... each touch of yours as magical... each breath of yours as sacred...

And being unwrapped from my guards and masks... and then soulfully interwined, purely, with you -spectacular you - is surely beyond incredible...

I am entranced by the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of what you do to me.. for me... with me...

I am passioned by every thought of you... we are what others would call "impossible"...

We call this... ‘Us’...”

-Pati3ntWo1f (10202019)

Employed (unfin)

Could you imagine if i got payed to think about you? Punching the clock and Putting in overtime till my body collapses, then recoup. Earn a promotion from Imagining to Listening to you. Not a word, just observe and learn your truths, study your flukes, research your muses and play witness to your beauties...

Could you imagine if i got not noticed by you... the CEO, President, CFO, Sole Proprietor, Founder, Goddess, My Queen? Elevated from Listening to Consulting... working towards Sharing, but right now i must prune and harvest and glean the cropping seeds of my own soul’s soil, in hopes that the fruits i bare become more than enough for me, and begin to be enough for us.

Could you imagine, now that I’m Allowed to insert opinion, i earn acceptance via my quality, not my frequency.... - unfinished

-Pati3ntWo1f (10132019)

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I’ll state my intentions like they were a poetic password to be played off of my lips sincerely and into your ear sweetly...

an offering, to your goddess, of my soul - to come and taste of it and know that i am one with my truth...

I will bow and kneel, submitting myself to your waist... pleading with my wet lips upon yours for your acceptance - of me - to moisten and flow and grant me access to you, yours, heaven...

I’ll play praises upon your vessel with my fingertips, positioned around you like one would be if passionately playing the cello - as a cellist is to their instrument - your body being my instrument that i focus on; study on; practice on; repeatedly earning my way from “a gifted talent, yet a Passionate Novice” to “Purely remarkable Professional” to “Mastery”... mastering the art of keeping you with me, safely, ever-prepared, and In Tune... mastering the personal connection and the art of this instrument -your vessel - to the point inwhicb either of our names is inseparable from the other... and on demand or at whim i can bring angelic vibrations, in the form of pleasure’s song, up from within you and resounding out from you... a symphany of sensations made by two acting as one.

-Pati3ntWo1f

“Be strong in your pride as a woman! Let him take you until he tires, but still leave him wanting. Be a woman he can’t consume.” - Yujiro Hanma, “Baki”(Netflix)