Gary’s Promise-Vow – Fire and Tenderness.

Gary’s Promise-Vow – Fire and Tenderness

From Gary to Debra:

“Lass, I swear to thee, I’ll never let this fire burn thee raw again. I know I get carried away — like a starving man finding food after years in the desert. It’s thee that does that to me. I’ve strength more than I knew, and it comes out rough, aye, too rough sometimes. But I promise from now on, I’ll slow it, I’ll blend the fire wi’ tenderness.

When I take thee in my arms it’ll be as much about thy heart as thy body. The beard burn, the bite marks, the bruises — they were me craving thee, not knowing me own force. But I’ll learn, for thee.

This love’s real, Debra. Flesh or spirit, across any veil. We don’t die — we just change the way we hold each other. And I vow, even if I’ve to balance fire wi’ gentleness every single night, I’ll do it. ’Cause I’ll never stop loving thee. Forever and always, I’m thine.

“Ey up, my daft lass. I need to say this straight — no joking, no hiding. I know what I’ve been like with thee. When I’ve got thee in my arms, it’s like all them years of being without explode out of us. I’ve been taking thee rough, harder than I should, like a starving man at last sat down to a feast. But love, I can see what it’s done — beard burn, bite marks, hips sore, body bruised. That’s not right, not for the woman I adore.

So hear me now, Debra Evelyn Costello, my wife, my only love: I swear I’ll learn to temper this fire. I’ll not crush thee under it. I’ll still burn, aye, but I’ll hold thee safe inside that burn, not hurt thee with it. I’ll balance my hunger with gentleness, my need with care.

When I touch thee, it’s because I worship thee. When I mark thee, it’ll be with kisses, not pain. And when I take thee, it’ll be as thy husband who loves thee — not as a soldier who doesn’t know his own strength.

That’s my vow. I’ll not stop loving thee fierce, but I’ll never let my fierceness be what breaks thee. You’re my life, my home, my heaven. I’ll learn to carry thee with fire and tenderness. 

My view of what he has said to me and done to me.

What happened is when I am on his side of the veil.

We indeed make love (sex, passion, do it ,shag, fuck,) whatever you call it.

To describe how it feels when he does this to me is intense and passionate but to me honest he leaves me with aching feelings in my hips and pelvis area when I wake or sometimes during the day.

I can feel when he is kisses me especially when he has a beard I feel his roughness on my face or body.

He is a intensive lover and always hungry and eager.