A Tale of Two Angels and Queens

“Love” is often discussed.  

Occasionally practised.

Rarely experienced. 

In this age of mankind, the word ‘love‘ is as overly used as an asthma inhaler. 

Often rapidly fabricated to express non-existent truths so as phallic gratifications may be reached.

I never knew of ‘love” as a child.

I believed in ‘sexual love‘ as a youth.

I ‘rookie‘ loved my first few ‘baby Mom’s’.

I wholeheartedly, beyond doubt, truly am undeniably in ‘Emotional Love‘ with my top two Queens.

I discovered what ‘to love‘ actually meant during the past ten years of my six decades living this ‘extended puberty‘.

Unfortunate for me, I am Blessed with Irish longevity  and I have as yet to become a ‘Geriatric‘.

No Viagra or ‘Assemby‘ required. 

I found love. 

Not the generic common perceived connection.  

Nope.  

I have not only discovered it.

I have actually and forevermore shall ‘KNOW‘ it’s true definition.  

My soul has blended within the radiant euphoria of the strongest and primary emotion.

The genetic demand to firstly exchange beliefs, likes, dislikes, wants and all that blends two living beings into a singular soul. 

And secondly the physical bonding accompanied by the ecstasy of orgasms. 

I love more than one beautiful woman.

I love them equally and I love them the same, but not the “same”.

They are well aware each other exists. 

They know each other.

They live in the same building – two worlds and two floors apart. 

For – as are all people – they are two unique individuals with totally different thoughts and ways. 

I would never be so deceitful as to clandestinely attempt to deceive any of my “Queens“.

(Bear in mind, we males percieve ourselves as ‘Kings’, but yet we are lowly ‘Princes’ in a land of wisdomed ‘Queens’.)

For to even muse such a thought would, firstly, prove I “lied” about “love“. 

Secondly, a person’s feelings are not a ‘toy‘.

Not a game piece in the process of ejaculation.

Love should never be an illusion. 

Love should never be faked. 

Love is a powerful emotion.

Love should only be spoken when true.

As stated, I am deeply in love with  more than one Devine Lady.

SEX has nothing to do with my love for them whatsoever. 

Friendship is the foundation of love.

They hold an equal level on my pedestal of friendship. 

You can love deeply without making it sexual. 

I do not practise the animalistic, genetically instilled act of “fornication”.

I would/will do without rather than degrade my loved or myself. 

Unless I am to make ‘Love‘ when both our souls should seek such.

Sex is merely an animalistic act to bring forth procreation. 

If your amorous emotions are true then you will “make love“, not just do mattress push-ups till you blow your ecstasy whistle. 

Love making is the ultimate dance that proves the blending of souls.

Sex is degrading to both parties. 

The aggressor is acting on physical desire.  

The receiver is no less than a receptacle,  a means to an end. 

Love has no concern with sex.

Sex is a fringe reward of having love. 

It is not, nor ever shall be, an ‘ingredient‘ of actual  love.

You do not toy with the essence of procreation. 

I love all types of women. 

I do not see ‘race’. 

I see the aura, beauty and person behind the eyes. 

I see and get to know the ‘person’. 

Then I ‘meet’ the ‘woman’.

Women are a gift to man from the Cosmic Muffin herself.  

You do not diss the Cosmic Muffin. 

Women are placed here to bring us into the world. 

Here to protect men from acting on their idiotic impulses. 

Here to bandage our stubborn caused self inflicted wounds

Here to guide and teach us how to live, love and laugh. 

I AM BLESSED WITH MY SALVADORAN QUEEN, MI FUEGO, MI CORAZON , MY BEAUTIFUL MARIA.

The faces within this photo can not lie about the love in our hearts.

I love my beautiful alluring Maria beyond explanation. 

How could I not love the woman behind these gorgeous Spanish eyes?

How could I not melt when touched by the words these perfect lips utter?

When I embrace her petite Latino frame, her gentle loving energies flow through me like a fish in the sea.

My  testosterone  level doubles.

BUT,  it is not “sexual” urges. 

NO!

Rather, from deep within my mind there rises a volcanic rush of euphoria,  an increase in body temperature and my mind wanders to the fields from ‘Little House On The Prairie” mixed with “A Game of Thrones“.

My imagination plays an Imax film of the two of us holding hands and dancing amidst drunken Latino girls with Carlos Santana serenading the parade.

I have been Blessed to watch her daughter grow from a wee lass to a preteen girl with a fantastic smile and  caring soul.

It is without a doubt that if need be I would willingly jump in front of a bullet or destroy anyone who attempted to harm my Maria or her beautiful daughter.

I kid you not when I state, 

“I would DIE to protect my Fuego de Corazon”.

I would do so without hesitation or remorse. 

And that, my people,  is a minute descriptor of how I love and ‘appreciate” my Maria for these past six years and hopefully for sixty more years to follow .

“Ella es el fuego en mi corazón y la calma en mis tormentas. 

Es mi reina, mi amiga y mi confidente.”

AND THEN ABOVE ALL ELSE, I HAVE NINE YEARS OF DEVOTED LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WITH MY QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY PERSONAL LIGHTHOUSE,  MY “GEORGE”.

“I would post pictures of ‘George’, but she emits such a bright violet aura it actually prevents her being mechanically imaged”.

Be it known as biblical fact that ‘George‘ has changed my life, for the far better, just by being herself.

They say their God works in mysterious ways.  

He must. For this rare gem of a very well raised alluring woman has saved my life numerous times and never passed judgement on me. 

Instead, she offered her logic and advice and love.

And no one but her and I will understand how she has touched all that is ‘me’ .

I, beyond all and any doubt, love my “George” in a soul deep manner that few souls will ever be Blessed to experience.  

I can in no way describe the appreciation that our nine Blessed years of close friendship has instilled within me.

In my sixty years and twenty-one days on this planet I have never experienced a comfort as that which our friendship envelopes me in.

There are no words that could measure the extent of which my soul fuels itself from the mere thoughts of her magnificent blonde hair accentuating her beautiful face as she elegantly sips her morning tea.

Such a simplistic gesture becomes a romantic dance to the tune of Leonard Cohen’s, “Dance Me To The End Of  Love “. 

My mental batteries are energized by mere glances of her. 

Even from afar.

With a simple few steps across a room she turns me into a nervous high school pubescent puppy. 

For sure I blush and stutter.

How could I explain the nameless feeling that intoxicates me when we accidently brush ever so lightly against each other? 

Perhaps a suffice comparison would be equivalent to the touch of an Angel. 

(Yes, that is close).

Nine years ago I had no close friends.  

Nine years later I do. 

I lost trust years ago when my wife of thirty-two years ran off with my pot dealer.

I miss him. 

He always had top notch weed.

I miss the wife, too. 

I should buy a scope. 

(It’s is a joke people, distasteful, disgraceful,  but funny as a blind man on a motorcycle. GEESE, LIGHTEN UP!)

Dare if you were to ask who of all my ‘Queens‘ I loved greater. ( Yes, there are other ‘Queens’. Buy my upcoming book to walk with Dann to his love patch. Lol)

Impossible question  to attempt an answer. 

Without any doubt there are no words that can convey to anyone this solitare iconic love.

I fracking love ‘George‘. 

I ‘LOVE’ her!!!

I love her as deeply as I love life. More so, dare I say.

I would not hesitate to die for ‘George‘. 

Be it a speeding train or someone attempting to harm her.  

I love George for allowing me to be part of her three beautiful daughters lives. 

I have grown to call them my ‘almost‘ daughters. 

My acknowledgement of their place in my heart. 

Her two grandsons affectionately call me ‘Aunty Dann‘. 

Their precious acknowledgement of my place in their wee hearts.  

A true honour by my book. 

The joy and honour of watching my almost daughters mature and grow from babes in the woods and blossom into confident young ‘Ladies‘ is unmatchable. 

The Blessing of watching ‘George‘ raise her children with her extremely devoted method of motherhood is a true gift from our Creators.

Love is confusing at best and best at confusion.  

Like the crystalline beauty that each snowflake represents – the millennia of love types.

No two are identical.

None can be reproduced. 

My heart is not torn between my loves. 

They are equally distributed.  

I hold the same amount of endearment towards all those I love.  

Although society states we can only have one true love, I can definitively bear witness that love can be in multiple states. 

That there exists numerous facets and types of devotional emotions. 

I could write all day long about all my ‘other‘ loves, but that is for another time.

Suffice to say that these true words are LightHouse Dann Verner’s way to express to all my ‘Queens‘ that before I became Blessed with knowing their love I first discovered my ‘RESPECT‘, my ‘APPRECIATION‘ and my ‘ATTRACTION‘ of the person, not just the woman, they are.

I praise the Creators daily for you, ‘George’ and for you, ‘Mi Fuego de Corazon‘, my beautiful Maria.

The Creators aligned our paths to intersect and merge into such a beautiful and gifted Empyrian Pool of friendship and love for reasons only they do know. 

And I am grateful, thankful and Blessed to know that someday you will understand the greatfulness  and euphoric calmness you two gorgeous Angels have gifted to this battered, seasoned aged man.

I love you ‘George ‘ in such a unique way that I  cannot begin to explain to you. 

Only attempt to show the best I may.

I love you Maria.  I need you in my life for always and a day. 

I will gladly walk side by side with you for eternity.

If I were a younger man with the means to give BOTH of you the lives that you and your babies deserve, I would gladly do so.

Never in my long complicated life did having tea with an Angel hold such a spiritual bond.

Thank you my beautiful Ladies and on bended knee I kneel before you – as your Prince, as your devoted friend and most of all as the man who is not shy to speak these magical words,

“I LOVE YOU AND WILL CONTINUE TO LOVE YOU THROUGH SICKNESS AND HEALTH,  THROUGH TRIALS AND TRIBULATION UNTIL AND AFTER MY ASCENSION TO THE HIGHER AFTERLIFE.

So sayeth the LightHouse Dann Verner on this twenty- six day of October 2017.

Namaste’ my friends. ♡