Om,
Three sixty five days ago... unexpectedly you had come into my life on a bright day, you were a stranger to me ... but I needed help and there you stood, your long black hair gently gracing the breeze... your eyes glowing with the hazel color of brown and black with little flecks of gold shining within the pupils. Looking at you then, I felt the undeniable sting of wanton desire clench my heart. And why would I not ... it took time for me to understand but you were my husband.
I am a woman who has known men but my body has felt the passion and desire that a handsome face and gentle hands can cause just because you my husband. There have been many nights filled with the fiery tango of two lovers holding each other during the dance of lust. I have been the sweaty partner to an experienced lover; I have held your face within my hands and held your body between my thighs... my hips have met yours in perfect synchronicity. For I never knew what it would feel to be touched by a man ... to be owned by a man and you were the one who had touched me ... you own me.
Like the ballroom dancers that float across the shining wooden floors of the fancy party where we had celebrated our marriage, after which I loved to float upon satin sheets entwined in your arms, the dance of passion is always beautiful, always different. Sometimes the crescendo of the music that our bodies made is such that the dance seems violent, painful. Such an expression of love is something that cannot be explained with mere words... there is no way to describe the ultimate pleasure that comes from the climax of two bodies together as one in the dance of love and desire.
You and I have danced to the delightful music that our bodies, feeling skin on skin has created. There in the dark, you and I have held each other tighter than we could have ever imagined or believed. I have felt the soft exhale of your breath upon my chest as you have slept with your face buried there, between the mounds of flesh, soft and lovingly cradling your head. I have laid within your arms, being held tightly in your sleep as if you were afraid that I might disappear if you did not hold onto me... I have known you. We have slept. We have loved. And even now, I recall the heat of your body close to mine. I can recall the scent of your skin within my senses. You are ever present within my heart and mind. I know you had said that I should forget you ... when you let me leave you ... but don't you know me ... do you think I can?
My life with you began as a fantasy that I had hoped would come true, but always thought would be just out of my reach. You are a very difficult man Mr. but you are adorable too. My heart knew you from the beginning of time, it seemed, and my love appeared to have been there since before that first secretive kiss in your studio , that first look at the breakfast table, that first embrace in finger rain. My heart knew you, yes it did, but over time, my body knew you too. You are the only man I barred my soul to.
There was an unmistakable fire that burned within me each time you and I were near to each other. No space or distance can change the thumping in my chest every time I see you, even your pictures. The fire that ignites from the memories that are burned within my mind is omnipresent and always there... the memories are strong, they remind me daily of your presence. Time and space has not changed the passion. It does not feel like you are not here ... that you are not holding me or not kissing me. It just feels like it was yesterday when you swayed me in your arms and made me your wife in front of the whole world ... in front of Shankarji ... but time has passed and we are distanced ... a distance of misunderstandings, of egos, of rigidity, of tears ... but I know you remember that you married me today, this day changed you ... I know you cannot forget this day ... maybe I am not important for you but this day is ...
Edited by Cinnamon_Kisses - 7 years ago
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