The Man Who Does Not Exist

The man I long for is the man who can love me with the same deep intensity, that I do him. He is
aspects of many past lovers I’ve had but they are none of him. He can read my needs and know when I need soft, sweet, gentle loving as well as knowing when I desire hot, lusty, tie me up, sexual experiences. The man I want knows how to touch and caress or bite and scratch me the way I crave it at the time. He also knows how to cunningly change my mood to match his own
needs when our moods don’t match with his playful charm and patience. He never pushes aside my needs for his but, never sacrifices his own happiness either. He has God like qualities of
strength, compassion, and serene knowledge, and intuitively knows my inner desires. We compliment each other in a perfect balancing of give and take. We almost telepathically express through touch our needs while making love. Neither one ever stops until the other is satisfied and contented with orgasmic sexual bliss. Never rolling over shutting the other out when sex is
complete. His arms are filled with security and comfort. When he holds me all problems melt
away and give me a break from the outside world and stresses of day to day life. Giving us both
time to rejuvenate and gain the inner strength to calmly think through our worldly problems and
strengthen our bonds. We can then face our problems together as a team, a couple, in complete
union and not let outside issues tear apart the union of commitment we have built between us.
His physical appearance may range between plain to uncommonly handsome with a unique inner
radiance that cannot be duplicated by anyone else. We are perfectly attuned to each other in
every way, and in time, our relationship will evolve to be the greatest lovers ever known. He is
not afraid to show publicly his affection for me nor does he feel the need to over dramatize his
devotion. Even as we are adorned with the attributes of old age our passion and appreciation for one another will never waver. I will be secure in the knowledge that he loves me for who I am. Unfortunately, I have this haunting fear that I am in love with the man who does not exist. © Cat High 2001