….She was teaching me many things about myself that I never had the opportunity to learn from any other woman. And I learn many things from women…but this woman, completely different. First, it is not just the fucking. It is something particular about this girl. She raises up a feeling in my heart and in my body so extreme, her every movement moves me. I don’t have to physically see her to know this. Simply her sitting or standing, moves me..the beauty of her soulful tears, which comes rapidly and streams so softly and falls so silently…Her smile…my favourite smile, and cleverness.. her makeup, her mind, her body, her swag, her complete admiration of me..she has me locked, naturally,locked up with no cuffs or prison walls or wardens, simply locked into, specifically, her. I learned about myself also… that I love intensely beautiful things. It could be a finger or a neck, toes or even some wicked ass shoes, skin that glows, browns, or exotic eyes…Oh God, how I love eyes. I love pretty fingernails and pretty pussy or even the way a beautiful woman rocks a beautiful handbag made of good leather and crafted well. i love chocolate brown, silky legs, her softness..you see, my love for genuine beautiful things, pure things, and clean things is both extreme and exclusive. She is a beautiful thing, my beautiful thing..
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