She was the one with the hungry, aching need.
Siri.
Lost, afraid, unwilling, and unable to give.
Not living.
Thinking she wasn't one of the lucky ones, but knowing she was one of the strong ones, and she would wait, wondering if she waited in vain, hoping that she didn't.
I remember seeing her dance such subtle movements on the pole in The Stallion.She conveyed to me the message then through her dance, letting her body speak, using the lyrics of a Whitney Houston song, "Run To Me."This confident diva isn't always confident.Sometimes she is just a woman who needs a man to run to, one who gets her, completes her, and will love her forever.
She is lost without me.
What an honest, heartfelt thing to say.
Looking at me now with ...
Pure.Love.
She is lost without me.
I step even closer to her, tipping her chin, controlling her face, turning it up to me, stretching her neck until her tits touch my chest, then I slide my hand down her throat and apply a measured amount of pressure.
My Wild Thang.
Perfect delivery.
Straight line, not curved.
Beautifully concise.
Direct communication.
I feel her breathing sync with mine and her heart beating for me.I smile down at her with renewed amazement.
If you are lost without me,
then standing by my side,
we will boldly face unafraid whatever life deals us.
Not behind me.Not in front of me.
But beside me.
Oh, my Perfect Thang.
You are found in me.
I pull her hand to my lips.
Caressing it with my thumb.
Cherishing it with my kisses.
While I hold her throat captive.
I am not afraid to show you kindness.
