Glass Slipper

My body longs to feel his soft muscular arms wrapped around me till destiny buries us side by side. His warm gentle fingers gliding through my long silky blonde hair as he tries to French braid it in the weakened hours of the morning. He glares at me through the window with songs singing from his eyes while his body stands a bliss in completion of his heart feeling the love in the moment. Tongue deep in sensations of lust, my eyes flutter and my toes curl up numbing from the erotic taste of his saliva joining mine. I hold onto him as if it were my last breath and realize that his hands have moved to kneading my a*s. Like a gift wrapped perfectly in his chest, I feel eluded by his sweat and crave to give this man every inch of my Eternity aroma body. Sitting on him and his soft ivory couch I began to lean forward and gaze into his eyes and passionately tell him under my breath that I'm falling in love with him. My words go unheard, yet his hands pull my body in closer to feel my breast suffocating his mouth. I run my fingers down his cheeks and clasp his clammy neck and press my satin lips against his and say, "Goodnight"!!!

 

Another midnight sky embraces our eyes, he's speechless to know how many love him as the same as I. Of all the women in world, here" I" am to share such beauty with a man that desires the same, "Honest Love!!" While the fireplace is roaring for affection to be had, the moment lingers with sweet smells of pheromones. Our time is getting closer as he tells me how beautiful I am, looks deep into my eyes and is amazed by the changes I have made and pulls himself into me for that exasperating soft kiss to our precious lips. While he wanders his hand through my hair and down the back of my neck, clenching my shoulders so tight, my cleavage is dripping sweet salty sweat and my n*****s harden to him. He feels the empowerment of my mind and craves me more than any other woman has expressed to be true. "Speechless", was beyond his vocabulary, but his body language absorbed my soul with the intense feelings of our souls inter-twinning and locking like a chasity belt. We savor another kiss and snuggle to the floor with all so perfect. His moans of alertness expressing his sensuality we undertake one another breathes and fall to spoon till morning. Whispering he" Loves Me with his eyes!!!" I say, nothing, because I already know!! Awakening to his morning wood sure to arise leaves to curiosities of making Love still "Unknown"!!!!

 

The moment he calls I lose my breath. Eyes grow large, heart starts to beat as though cupids arrow has struck it forever, pits begin to perspire, hands become clammy, and euphoria begins to build. The high is intense and so is his touch. He blinds me from the world and there is no pain to see. He weakens my mind with his soft glossy strong beautiful eyes. His art fades to black upon my back and creates a world that no other knows. It's the Infinite Mind that is Thinking!! The mountain is high as he excludes us from the chaos. While the volcano yearns to explode inside of us and the palm trees cool the silent heat that he has swept across my lower waist. Feeling our desires for self-control are hidden deep in our vulnerable souls. Lifting the glass to our lips and smoke our last clove cigar, preparing to surface a fear of lost "TRUE" love. He takes me to a place that only "Rock Stars" write about! Delicately touches my inner thigh and presses his hands to feel the warmth that signals strength, power, love, lust, passion, and virginity. Crawls closer to me like a cat on the prowl. He plunges his nakedness to mine and respectfully takes me deep and slowly into a precious love making morning. Grasping the sheets, climbing, climbing, and climbing the head board while my body is humbled and hypnotized with his sensational thrust to my secreted space that only one should be. I am falling so in love with this incredible man.....I devour him in motion and leap to the bathroom sink for the grand finale' of fireworks. Sparks arise and hunger sets in.... grabbing an apple so sweet to his taste ...I light a clove naked as a jay bird and sit in bliss at the kitchen sink. Who knew it was going to be this incredible, who knew that time would take it's course and lead us into each others arms, who knew our gentle moments of snuggling and our playful, creative, indifferences would bring us as one. "God Knew".....that's who?

 

The world still spins through my head of this man who is deep with-in. He shouts from a room and says come in. Joyful and respectful to see me again. Fearful of rejection that I may have sinned. I take a deep breath and walk right in. To the kitchen for Kettle One I made my drink, wondering what was he thinking...Oh boy!!! I'm here again. Not a Goodbye, but a hearty Hello. I carry my drink and start to think, what does he want, what does he need, who is loving you besides me. Sitting to the couch with distance by far, I look over and see his shining star. He's taken by the space and needing to be held. He's as sensitive.......just like me. Reaching his foot to touch my leg, I act unsure for he may not really be there. Should I move away or just go home.....My thinking cap was clouded by his speechless words......Does he want me, need me or do I love him more. I'm scared by the motions of his leg groping mine....I ask if I should move and he says...."No, but come closer". Biting my lip I move beside his hip. Where I feel warm and content so safe with a kiss, I believe that I've been missed. Withering fingers to my side and a squeeze to my thigh and ever so holding to never let go. He knows he can trust me and feels safely loved. A man like him who's as precious as a Tanzanite gem. Rare, beautiful and many inconspicuous shades to array. Though he is unspoken from a redundant daily battle.....beaten by her words of lies and deceit, broken lost hearted love of the one he still desires. Confused he is with two paths at his wings....only to suffer himself from the past will never let him start again. He wants to uncover the pain and the fear....no more, no more, no more..he cries out....I SCREAM with Vodka breath........"Just let him out".

 

Time surpasses and there is a still in the stagnate ocean. He goes afar to only be within a time that is only self inducing to him. I am forgotten, the one whom laid quietly to his chest and counted every beat of his broken heart. Who cared to know of his pain, values, beliefs, dreams. I've laid silently in my bed to only imagine what kind of man he will be and become tomorrow. I dream with him of his African adventure and what it means to him to care for a helpless, numb, and yet loving to ones heritage. My mind is scattered with fears that he has lost the touch of a woman that can compliment his soul. Make him laugh at things that reach him under his belly and tickle his toes, one who connects to his erratic sensations of confusion, and disillusion to wonder the greatest gift of all (love). Why do I bother to love this curious beast and wonder what would have been? Why do I crave his smell, touch, creative thoughts, words of wisdom, and silence of will? Why do I think that I can be a woman to honor such a great one to conclude my hardships and sweep me into an eternity made of facade? How do I let these feelings go and wither away like corpse dust blowing off to sea? How can I dream of yet another to come along and replace this new sunset? Maybe sometimes, my eyes truly are bigger than my heart and I become transparent to the illuminating magic that fills my quivering gut. Why am I so AFRAID to ask, or tell, or let go of this feeling that I have never experienced before? Have I been down this road before, just with a different light? I may know the answer....." I THINK"!!!

 

Driving to your house was a high of its own. The anxiety to expose another side of me that you hadn't seen was a bit unsettling. Yet another month is passing and I'm over-joyed to still have a place of "Trust" in your heart that fills me with hope for another day to know you and your beautiful ways. Greeting me at the door after weeks of lurching around my lonely house feeling empty and needing to feel your warm soft fingers gaze my face to lightly kiss them and firmly squeeze my back forward thrusting me into you at the door is sure to skip a beat in my heart. I feel as if, for the first time in my life I have found the "PATIENCE" to wait for the most incredible gift ( YOU ) that I adore!! I have waited a life-time to find a man with a caliber as genuine as you are. I feel you slipping into my arms and your heart racing to laugh with me, at me, or even yourself. I bring out a side of you that has been gone for a very long time as you create a new "BEING" out of me and make me think before I speak and "LISTEN" to your every word. I find myself humbled for words when you speak of trusting you to have slipped your way into the bed of the estranged. I ask myself why did you “NEED” to share that with me. Was it the guilt of knowing that you have committed yourself to having feelings for me that allowed you to share this impertinent information with me. Should I engage into a frightful scare of arguing a endless battle that you have to fight on your own. To find yourself and your self-actualization of safety and security of which for whom can understand you more. I’m not bitter for it was her that you admired in the loneliness of your fears of there being no more. It was all to the same, the smell, smile, untrusting eyes that glare like a crow to his foes. Then laying beside you I find myself building a library of hymns to never forget what makes you perk. To never make you feel unheard, untouched, unloved, and shine you like a perfect Candy Apple 1968 442 Olds. I bring you new inspirations so delicate yet indulging and a curious gift of thoughts just wondering if this could be real. God put You and I here for a REASON, don't look away or feel ashamed to love another besides her. Take a deep look as to how we met....What are the “tribes” of your beliefs telling you?....Why do you say or ask the things that you do?.........I'll tell you why...Cuz, "WE ARE REAL, WE EXIST AS ONE and that SCARES YOU".....

 

You've painted a picture of rainbows, a bird with mighty breathtaking wings, palm trees swaying freedom rings, a river with white caps as strong as I can be, and then you write beside it, "I love it." Did that mean me? Have I looked into your movements, words, touch of expressions and created something imaginary .... can you see? You're teaching me how to love, desire, need you and reach for more of you! As I see a man who is nothing like the rest and someone I admire, adore, cherish, just wishing there was more. You ask me questions, "Have I ever dated an artist or would I marry someone like you?" If I had to answer those questions about a month ago, I would tell that I wouldn't have to write this anymore. But needless to say, I'm slithering across this page today, I need to express my feelings that I have grown for you. I'm so taken by our time that we have spent in the wee hours of the night. Listening to you.... breathing and smelling ever inch of your arm pit, caressing my fingers against your smooth skin to find every mole, scar and birthmark. Kissing your precious virgin lips against mine so sweet. I can't get you out off my mind, I know I'm falling hardcore. I've tasted you like warm milk to calm me to sleep, I was safe in your arms where you introduced me. I've indulged your body in mine and made sweet lustful passionate love.....I may never have a chance to be the one for you, but I just needed you to know that I can't take no more. I trusted you to be honest and not treat me like a "girl". But, I still got hurt with the "5 month" lie. You couldn't answer me....WHY? I ask myself! I'm saying goodbye to this dream that felt a bliss. I'm running in this circle that I'm afraid may turn to s**t. You've been hurt, I've been hurt ...there is nothing so different between us... except you haven't signed off your past. I don't know much, in which you don't tell, I get one question at a time with no deliverance to it at all. Maybe you can't explain it now, but it sure hurts like hell. To find myself missing you and craving your smell. How could I be so foolish to let you in, how could I not when you let me in. I'll meet you in my dreams one day my Prince. I would've been honored to stand beside you until our hearts stopped beating and we became one. I'll never know how you felt for me.....but continuing on as "Friends", is getting hard for me. I hope one day you will remember me, puts a smile on your face as you reach for me. Be safe on your journeys for this state is not for me. It's time I traveled to an unexpected awaiting sea.

 

So selfish you are to dare e-mail me of your concerns. A man whom went from a memory is now a complete mystery. You baffle me with your non-sense and deliver me with your ignorance. How did I ever think that you could have been a "PRINCE CHARMING", when all you do is think about you?Wondering if someone is out to take your RICHES....HAH!....NOT ME! Your money meant nothing to me! Al I cared about was your simple unconditional feelings from a man to a woman.