Broken...and Built Again!!!

Something that was triggered by the Mills and Boons romances I read as a teenager...and then what real life taught me!

 

I flowered from a little bud... suddenly blooming into a complete being,

And novel notions entered my head.

I read novels, books and stories considered ‘bad’...

And started thinking thoughts that were apparently forbidden...

Feeling...  dreaming...  hoping...

That someday I would feel the earth rush away from under my feet,

And the heavens would encapsulate me... as pleasure and pain combined to wrack my being!

 

Then, I met you!

It was nothing at first... or what it was, if anything at all, I could not fathom,

And gradually you took control... of my thoughts... of my emotions... of me.

And something exploded in my head... I lost control...

Rather... I wanted to lose control...

 

I wanted you to hold me... tight... squeezing my breath out of me,

I wished you would hold my lips, in your own, and make me breathless,

I hoped to be in your arms, as you slowly took me... and became one with me...

 

You did nothing of the sort... I was disappointed...

I was shattered that my notions were nothing but fantasies...

That all those things happened only in books and in fictions...

Where chivalrous but rough heroes strode up and swept the demure woman in his arms,

Trapping her with his forceful kisses and then crushingly... making her his own.

 

Oh! How I was shattered and broken...

But, you proved me completely wrong...

As you touched me with tender hands, cupping my cheeks and slowly exploring my mouth...

Tracing my lips with your eyes and your sensuous smile...

Teasing me, as you held me... in an embrace that drove me mad with want...

You moved slowly, seductively... deliberately drawing out each moment...

Enjoying me... and us... together...

And then, softly and nimbly, you took me and delved deep…drowning me in waves of pleasure…

 

I realised, that you had taught me, that I had not been broken... but rebuilt...

That my notions had taken a new meaning…I was whole again...

And I guess heroes need not be impulsive and rough... but could be soft, tender and loving... .

Thank you for all that you have done... thank you for building me again...

Thank you... for loving me!

 

 

 

Reviews

[Candle in the wind]

Thank god your realty was better than your deluding fantasies. True tenderness is so much more magical than such brute power!Any man who feels lesser because he can't be that tall dark hero who crushes the heroine to submission should read this! They are precious people and yet they are so rare to come by.