Catalina Loves

I’m still in Spain… I should be in Granada today, then on to Seville tomorrow. Seville is my favorite city in Spain with Barcelona coming in a close second. Here is another love letter from my bedroom walls. I love this one! It still brings chills and goosebumps. Enjoy!

Good Morning, My Love.

I can’t sleep, so I got up at 6:45 and started working… I know. I am so in love with you. I bow in deepest humility at the Great Wheel of Karma for giving us our deepest desire… a family of our own in which we’re cherished. We are family, you and I. You are who I truly love, who I think of constantly, who I desire, need, and understand.

Love is such an overwhelming force. A wave which breaches the walls erected around wounded hearts, its roar drowning out any voice of dissent, or caution. Love is an energy, (not exclusively, but it can be described this way) and like other, less subtle forms of energy such as electricity, has strict laws governing its behavior. It needs a conductor in order to be channeled, although (like lightning) its sheer force can overcome virtually all resistance. Nonetheless, love needs to be honored, insulated, and properly harnessed in order to make the best use of it. We do that. Our house is up to code.

Infatuation is lightning in its force, ferocity, and flash. BAM!! Out of the blue comes this titanic detonation that sucks the air from your lungs and leaves you deafened and stunned. But, after the initial shock, you’re still in the dark. You can’t run your microwave on lightning. Too unreliable. Regular household current is what is needed to harness electricity usefully and safely. At first glance, one might think that 110 volts in the wall are the watery dilution of the raw, primal Force of lightning, but one would be incorrect. All that power is available when necessary to the user. You can set up a tesla coil and have all the lightning you want. But the disciplined use of electricity, and the respect of its laws will reap the greatest rewards.

Our love is respected, cherished, and strong. We can experience that raw, primal burning love at will simply by making love. The act is a dynamo generating higher and higher levels of love. I love sex with you. Last night you devoted yourself to giving me pleasure and love. I did the same. Through the power of love, sex, becomes a sacrament, our bodies an altar. The heart, mind, and loins all align and share the same object of affection and desire. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I enjoy and respect. You’re the one I lust after. There is no schism between sex and love. Whether I want to snuggle you and stroke your hair (I can do that and be loved for it) or if I want to taste your sweet juices, then take you anally while whipping your ass and pulling your hair, while you beg me to fuck you (I can do that, too and be loved for it) …you enjoy it as much as I do. We have the love that lasts a lifetime without yellowing or fading. I love you, Catalina, with all my heart.