So, I have been remiss. I languished in my time with Daddy. He was here a blissful 9 days, I think. I wallowed in the touch of him, the nearness of him. I had family and him around me and it was bliss.
I should have given you all a play-by-play of our days together and then the pain of the inevitable separation but I didn’t. I felt possessive of my time with him. I couldn’t waste it writing of it. Then he was gone and I didn’t have the heart to face it.
I buried myself in work and parenting and that’s where I’ve been. It’s good really. The lonely, missing him, feelings get pushed down and my focus narrows. I have been cranking at work and not sad.
Like clockwork though, I must write and here I am to face it. The minute I began writing so came the tears. Time to find his baby girl and dig her out of her cocoon.
Fuck.
Enigmatic Amor 
😦 I so identify with this except I’m still cowering from the inevitability of separation and what that brings with it
Hang in there. You will find your way. Higs
Liebender Amor
Sex ist wenn der Gott und die Göttin
Sich vereinend Göttlich sind
Sex ist das Freilassen des Tieres in mir
Aus dem käfig von Moral und Gesetz
Sex ist die Entwaffnung des Egos der Angst
Sex das Fest von Himmel und Erde
Sex ist Lachen Lächeln kindliches Spielen wieder lernen
Die Alchemie von Feuer und Wasser
Einander nähren
Spielend mit der Angst
Lieben zelebrieren
Auf dem Altar des Körpers
Heilsame Orgien feiern…
dankend
Dir Joaquim von Herzen
That is quite heady poem. I completely agree. Sex is like that, very much so.