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Tell Me Something Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Hello my love, I'm wanting to say so much to you right now, but not quite sure how to
explain it in a manner that will do it justice. I need to tell you something! Not just
anything, but something I'm just now discovering in writing this down before I get a
chance to tell you. I'm not sure how to do it, so please be patient with me, and let me
attempt to do what I'm trying to do for the first and last time, like never before. To be
open and honest with you, this feeling I'm feeling is a bit frightening. Scary almost,
because I'm not sure who I'm becoming, as I watch myself, turn into this person I've
never seen or met before. I guess like the title of my book, " Listening To The
Reflection In The Mirror", I'm seeing someone that looks familiar, but they're not the
person I knew them to be. But let me catch myself before I get ahead of this person I'm
now becoming, because I do need for you to speak and help me communicate with this
person thats talking to you through me. Well not really speak words on your part, but
talk to me without saying a word. I need for you to listen closely, so I know I'm being
heard, but not just yet, I have a little more to say. This is new to me remember, so if you
see me struggling a little bit, help me along, but don't interrupt what I'm trying to say and
do. Look, I don't know how to say it, so I'm just going to say it. I'm lonely and alone, but
not like you think. I'm doing great by my standards, but remember, I'm not me any more.
The bar has been raised, the standard a bit higher and my request, now demands. But
I'm doing okay with my self in the loneliness. I have my health, a cool outlook and can
pretty get by without seriously complaining. But I'm lonely and alone. The mere thought
of you, is a greater feeling than I've experienced in the physical company of others. So
maybe, that's why I'm writing, saying and delivering this to you right now. Now I'm not
sure if its who I think you are, who I want you to be, or who I'm not, but you on many
levels, makes me who I want to be, so pay close attention. As I gather
my thoughts to continue this theory, take a deep breath with me, so we can breathe
and recycle the same air right now, and tell me I'm not going crazy, all alone and
isolated. Tell me anything, everything or nothing if that's what you have to say. But
promise me when this is over, you will tell me something.
Okay, maybe I should start with how I've envisioned you. Not just one image, but you
interacting with me like a painter, his paints and a canvas. Let me do this because
each frame of you blends into another, but the many and numerous ways I
specifically see you, are creations beyond belief. I imagine you in between the
moments I don't. I've envisioned your body, comfortably laid out on a beach, with lit
up instructions on what I should do to make you feel the way you're feeling when I
look at you. Labels or instructions that no one else can see, and they stimulate you
beyond your own expectations on what you thought was a incredible thought. It will
instruct me how to take you to a level of excitement so intense, that each thought
that's running through your body, and each tingle you are feeling with each touch and
the anticipation of the next, slows your heart down to a calm pace, that you've never
thought about witnessing. Where the many orgasms you reach, are on so many
levels, you just single out the individual experiences as mindblowing, and now,
expected and demanded, even when we don't make love. Where every dirty little secret
you've always told to yourself, is shared and pured by the abilities you have bestowed
upon me and just us. A feeling where you regret ever being with anyone else, but glad
you were, to know that this feeling is beyond routine or special, just what it is, magical.
A feeling or place where, you're not a notch on my belt, but the last belt I will ever need,
to hold more than my trousers up. A place where you aren't saying a word, but I'm
constantly asking you to, tell me something.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Hello my love, I'm wanting to say so much to you right now, but not quite sure how to
explain it in a manner that will do it justice. I need to tell you something! Not just
anything, but something I'm just now discovering in writing this down before I get a
chance to tell you. I'm not sure how to do it, so please be patient with me, and let me
attempt to do what I'm trying to do for the first and last time, like never before. To be
open and honest with you, this feeling I'm feeling is a bit frightening. Scary almost,
because I'm not sure who I'm becoming, as I watch myself, turn into this person I've
never seen or met before. I guess like the title of my book, " Listening To The
Reflection In The Mirror", I'm seeing someone that looks familiar, but they're not the
person I knew them to be. But let me catch myself before I get ahead of this person I'm
now becoming, because I do need for you to speak and help me communicate with this
person thats talking to you through me. Well not really speak words on your part, but
talk to me without saying a word. I need for you to listen closely, so I know I'm being
heard, but not just yet, I have a little more to say. This is new to me remember, so if you
see me struggling a little bit, help me along, but don't interrupt what I'm trying to say and
do. Look, I don't know how to say it, so I'm just going to say it. I'm lonely and alone, but
not like you think. I'm doing great by my standards, but remember, I'm not me any more.
The bar has been raised, the standard a bit higher and my request, now demands. But
I'm doing okay with my self in the loneliness. I have my health, a cool outlook and can
pretty get by without seriously complaining. But I'm lonely and alone. The mere thought
of you, is a greater feeling than I've experienced in the physical company of others. So
maybe, that's why I'm writing, saying and delivering this to you right now. Now I'm not
sure if its who I think you are, who I want you to be, or who I'm not, but you on many
levels, makes me who I want to be, so pay close attention. As I gather
my thoughts to continue this theory, take a deep breath with me, so we can breathe
and recycle the same air right now, and tell me I'm not going crazy, all alone and
isolated. Tell me anything, everything or nothing if that's what you have to say. But
promise me when this is over, you will tell me something.
Okay, maybe I should start with how I've envisioned you. Not just one image, but you
interacting with me like a painter, his paints and a canvas. Let me do this because
each frame of you blends into another, but the many and numerous ways I
specifically see you, are creations beyond belief. I imagine you in between the
moments I don't. I've envisioned your body, comfortably laid out on a beach, with lit
up instructions on what I should do to make you feel the way you're feeling when I
look at you. Labels or instructions that no one else can see, and they stimulate you
beyond your own expectations on what you thought was a incredible thought. It will
instruct me how to take you to a level of excitement so intense, that each thought
that's running through your body, and each tingle you are feeling with each touch and
the anticipation of the next, slows your heart down to a calm pace, that you've never
thought about witnessing. Where the many orgasms you reach, are on so many
levels, you just single out the individual experiences as mindblowing, and now,
expected and demanded, even when we don't make love. Where every dirty little secret
you've always told to yourself, is shared and pured by the abilities you have bestowed
upon me and just us. A feeling where you regret ever being with anyone else, but glad
you were, to know that this feeling is beyond routine or special, just what it is, magical.
A feeling or place where, you're not a notch on my belt, but the last belt I will ever need,
to hold more than my trousers up. A place where you aren't saying a word, but I'm
constantly asking you to, tell me something.