(excerpt from “We Followed the Butterflies”)
Although she was fierce, unapologetically courageous and at times brilliant in all she set out to accomplish, she feared intimacy and all that came packaged with it. She wanted, with a powerful surge of passion, to fall asleep in the warmth of an embrace and rise along with the birth of a new day and share the morning cup of cafe with the man she admired, respected and absolutely loved with every fiber of her being, she just could not do it, would not commit nor allow herself to seek love, she self-sabotaged every chance she had.
She walked in confidence, with a purpose, self-assured, mission focused. plans, plans, plans, for her existence, her business, her ideas – working hard to see them all come alive, to sit back and watch her life in wonder, in awe, with admiration, a life that was created with authentic love of self and the gifts presented from God.
yet, she felt as though an important piece was missing from her spirit, a longing, an unquenchable thirst, a person of value.
“He brought serenity where there was chaos, he leaned against the vibrant rainbow waiting as I weathered my storm and emerged. He was standing there, smiling, confident, yet shy, strong, genuine, humbled – I emerged admiring the reflection of sunshine sparkling from his eyes”.
Alone with my thoughts I am tickled, tickled with an uncontrollable desire, an arousal so intense all because of the charm this man exudes. He owns a magnetism that leaves you with feelings of love, for him and strongly for me, that is how he is, a giver. I fell in love during our first real conversation, then again when he offered a full body massage, the thought terrified me, but my desires to have him touch me trumped the fear.
His touch exhilarated and provoked a quick breathing frenzy that slowed to a tantalizing – tantric breathing orgasmic flow. The tenderness I witnessed in his eyes along with the slight tilt to his head as he listened, intently to the words pouring forth from my mind, from my spirit, as though it was a melodic flow from a soothing river on a summer sun-filled afternoon.
I saw freedom, freedom in his spirit, wonder in his eyes, strength in his movements – he was Cool. Deliberate. Solid. He is a purposeful ease with a dynamic, childlike innocence that makes him simply irresistible.
(He was the one born to unleash the essence of life that she had buried deep within, so many moons ago)
….The chatter of the girls describing “The Mister” felt like home, like a comforting hot cup of Cafe con Leche on a cold afternoon – a necessity…………
……………………………………………………………………………….to be continued………………………………………….
Magically Orgasmic 