I want to write a story about him....
It started not even knowing who the hell he was. To admiring his height. A face few may love, but a style I commend. At over six feet, he towered over me. A voice raspy and deep that reminded me just how sexy a man's voice can sound to my ears.
He was polite, not forward but yet not insecure. He had a smoothness about him, that peaked my interest. With his flow he proved that maybe there are still black gentlemen out there. Dark like the night but smooth as silk, his skin attracted me in ways i claimed to never be interested in again.
He took me out of my anti-social shell. Calling a guy i barely knew, cause well, i went to the mall and remembered him. I allowed him into my world, but not the emotional one. I opened the gates into my front yard, because i was ready to feel liked, and i needed him. Well maybe not needed as needy but he was required for that point i was at in my life. I finally boosted up my self esteem a bit, trimmed down some fat so i felt ok with myself. He was my test to myself if i can let someone else into my world.
Though secrets are kept between us, we clicked. That cliche feeling of knowing him since "lang time". He wins the medal for annoyingly frustrating me to making me spread my lips in the broadest smile my face has seen in months.
Adventurous like myself, we freely spoke of wild times. Sharing a few with each other as well. Spending late nights at the beach, i felt secure. Like no other he held me and flung me around with mere protest from me. He touched that playful side of me i forgot was there. From sand fights on the beach to a poking contest cause well we just feel to torture each other.
I was happy. He once asked me what was wrong and the only thing i can come up with was that 'i am happy'. Knowing well i could not fall for him, or it was nothing more than those few weeks, i let go of myself to enjoy it, enjoy him.
Though not my type, he appealed to my loins. It pulsed and "dribbled" when i thought of him. That crazy feeling to jump on him. When i did, magical would not be the word i would use, but amazing is one.
Awkward setting, random timing, he had me. waves crashing on the shore, mosquitoes biting at his feet, i took him. Letting myself be taken away by the pure joy of the moment. The grace in the motion, the unspoken understood words of passion. He moved me. Coming to my senses of the setting we were in, i paused but as fast as the alert came is as fast as it left. He took me to that place i only dreamed about. Cloud 9 i think they call it. Doing everything that others took time to or never got. All focus on his stride, his hands, his eyes.
Regrets? Only that i wished i knew him earlier, that i can keep him just a bit longer. No commitments, no stories of myself he required. He understood what i needed, saw in my eyes what i was thinking, and without saying it, he gave me everything i needed.....just at that moment.
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