Damn You!

The first day that I met you, you looked at me with those lovely eyes,
and ignited a passion inside of me that left me speechless. The fire
rose up through me and I blushed and bowed my head because I felt so
exposed.

I asked you for your phone number. You gave it to me as you looked at
me again with those lovely eyes.

I called you,, but we could never connect. You were seldom there.

Damn you.

Nearly two years went by.

Damn you.

I met you again, on business. Your face appeared familiar to me but I
didn't get it right away. Then you remembered when we had first met
and you reminded me. Then you did it. You looked at me with those
lovely eyes. Not a gaze or a stare but a look that penetrated through
my eyes, through my veneer of calm control and straight into my spirit,
the very depth of me. Then my heart remembered you. It awakened my
soul with "she's back." My soul realized your presence and became alive and said, "it's you." Once again, my passion ignited inside of me, I
became speechlesss, the fire rose up through me, I blushed and bowed
my head because I felt so exposed.

As "business" continued, I tried to maintain my professional distance
and demeanor because it was the ethical thing to do. I would purposely
avoid long periods of time with you. I would keep my distance from you
to avoid any physical contact. I would keep the tone of my voice clear
and articulate. Above all else, I would not look too long into your lovely eyes. That would have been more than my professionalism could
stand. I would have melted away.

But when "business" was done...you had lunch with me. Afterwards I
found some frivoulous excuse, or was it a divine imperative that forced
me into a situation where I was compelled to hold your hand as we crossed the street. Your hand fit so nicely in mine. Your skin was so warm and soft and our fingers embraced each other as though they were long since friends. The way you held onto me made my hand feel welcome. That felt so good.

We talked for weeks about the kids and other things as we grew closer
together. At times when I would depart your company we would embrace. You would hold me tightly and wantonly. I would hear you sigh as if in relief and shake your head as though overwhelmed by the emotion of our embrace. Your embraces were always warm and tender.

Slowly, but surely I could feel myself slipping away under this spell of
warmth and tenderness that you had cast upon me. So taken was I that I
had begun to do things I had never wanted to do before.

I broke all my usual rules and regulations that would have kept me from seeing you. I went places I would not normally go and accepted things that would ordinarily kept me away from other women.

Your love was amazing! Your kisses were a dream, a journey into an ethereal realm of passion and bliss. I kissed you for hours and could for days on end. With our bodies entwined we joined each other in the pleasures of licking, squeezing, caressing, grinding, hugging and thrusting or way to a united destination of oooooooh baby! We lay soaked. Holding each other close we exchange our spirits. As they pass between us I become you and you become me realizing how, without a word, two really do become one.

It was always hard to break that connection. It was like a cord that attached my heart to yours. I could feel you move, I could feel you breathe, I could feel your every heart beat. It kept us breathing in sync with each other as we slept, embracing.

You were a pleasure to my eyes. I would stare at the texture of your face. I would trace every crease, every curve and every line and burn them into my memory. I would study the shape of your fingers and your hands. Surely, I could pick them out of a crowd with a mere glimpse. I would watch you walk, no float, and watched you as you would walk away until I could barely see you anymore. But then, you knew it. You'd always turn and wave just before you slipped away. Could you feel me watching? Could you feel the cord which connected our hearts growing taut? You must have!

As time goes on, I want more of that special passion and love.
As time goes on, I want more of you. As time goes on, I want more of us. As time goes on, I want to spend my life with you. But you are not ready.

Damn you.

Too much? Too strong? Too real? Too right? Too wrong? What makes one run from love. What makes one walk away from love. What makes one not see what having real love in their lives could do to enhance life? What makes one not embrace love, fully take it in and live in its present passion and future promise? Why would anyone reject such a great love? I don't know why you did.

Damn you!


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