This man is handsome and majestic. Meeting every standard on my checklist. Only thinking of my needs I had became selfish. This man's been hurt, but I'd never taken the time to listen, instead I wanted to receive all of the attention. But one day he had decided to abandon me. Could he not see the growth in this investment? Tossing and turning, sleep didn't come easy. Every night I wait patiently, praying for the good lord to bring him back to me. Has my love left with no intentions of returning? Seeking answers wondering where's my worths position, fighting with my woman's inner intuition, my hearing isn't too clear because my heart is consistently yearning. As I lie on this heavy clothed cushion of mines, I gently began to close my eyes, releasing a low sigh, meditating asking God to ease my mind and to forgive me for second guessing his blessing, allowing my fears to soak in by refusing to give love a try.
Slipped into a light sleep, tears dried up on my soft light shaded cheeks. I felt a cool breeze, felt like his presence was well within my reach. Has my true love really return? or is my desires transcending from my heart as I sleep? I can hear the sounds of his footsteps creeping so quietly across the floor, invisioning his figure, mesmerized by his soft radiant skin, streams of milk and honey. His fingertips stroked my face, He pressed his lips against my forehead laying a firm kiss on my head's surface, risen rather quickly,panting and instantly I had became nervous.
Did he come back to give me his last and final goodbye or does his enchanting, quite appealing touch serve a great purpose. He embraced my body gently, running his fingers down my spine slowly, working his way back up stroking and caressing my neck very lightly. My body's quivering, my body became familiar with his touch, slowly exhaling, his lips pecking my neck, I instantly felt love's rush. Hearts filled with ecstasy, powerful emotions stirring up mentally, he gazed into my brown eyes taking a journey giving my heart warmth and my pain pleasant sympathy. My eyes stared into his beautiful glistening dark brown eyes, he gave me a sweet angelic smile, I blushed and begin shedding a childlike cry. I held him tight, as my head rested on his chest, his warm embrace removed my fright. I didn't want this feeling to leave, decided to take a risk and expressed my deep concealed feelings sincerely as he held me delicately. As he grabbed my face, I placed the palm of my hand on his chest, feeling the tough rhythm of his heart as it raced. He began kissing me deeply with his soft succulent tasteful lips, occupying my attention, appetizing and stimulating my five senses, breaking every barrier, our kiss is the exhibit, exposing intensifying feelings.
I placed my forehead against his forehead. Without words even being expressed, our body language was carrying on the conversation instead. Our emotions are corresponding, matching well as our hearts harmonize. I Stared deep into his eyes. Behind his eyes is where his pain, his truth, and his love resides. He gently lied me down on the bed, massaging my temples, I am relaxed as his touch put me on cloud nine. Never has he set his eyes on me like how he does now. Tears begin to shed from his captivating eyes, I heard a terrible cry from within so my eyes connected with his as I went deep seeking his freightening sound. This rough disturbed racket led me to the left of his chest. I could not easily identify his heart, it was shielded and protected with a pain proof vest. I then slowly removed the material as his heart weeped with a weakening mourn. His heart is injured, filled with a large capacity of sharp prickling thorns. He viewed falling in love as fighting in a battlefield, his agony had convinced him that this was once again going to be another battle that he would not win, so he ran afraid giving another win to his insecurity that he tugged tight within. His sacks of water begin to run, falling on my shoulder, I soon begin breaking em, wiping them away with my two thumbs. His pain and my pain was floating in forms of dark clouds, but our love grew producing rays of light as magnifying as the sun. Our souls united, the two instantly became one. I whispered I love you and one thorn broke off, becoming ash as it dropped down to the ground. The more intuned our love had became the more his thorns collapsed not able to stand a chance against love's sensible and ravishing sounds.
This man loves me so much but yet it took for him to leave in order for me to know. So wrapped up in my own hurt, I never taken the time to notice how selfish I was, treating his needs so cold. Us women always talk about how we want this and that, putting pressure on a man's back, we need that and we need this, act as if a man only has a mind but a heart with the same insecurities as us women don't even exist. But I'm not gonna put all the blame on just us women, men break that pride, stop being ashamed to show you feel and tell us women what you really want instead of giving up, expecting us to know whats up, allowing for something great to come to an ugly ending. Clasping me towards him, clinging to my body firmly with a tight grip. Rekindling our lost passion, our trust has exceeded to the 10th power, no longer fearing the idea of this love becoming a disappointment. A satisfying and fulfilling companionship we have grasped mentally. We were thorough with no holding back, we were able to understand eachother's desires and supplications clearly and completely. Never awaken love if your not ready to place your flaws, your past, and your bad habits on a boat to sail. Like every woman, every man has experienced hurt when they once had fell. Empathize and compromise then love shall prevail. No man is perfect, every man has his own set of thorns as well.
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