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that little black dress..
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that little black dress.. when she stepped out into the moonlight I felt my heart race and my face flush. I was speechless for a moment. I had only seen her in jeans. Even though that had been enough to let me know how beautiful she was, there's nothing like seeing a beautiful woman in one of those little black dresses. Her red hair framed her extraordinary face. Her body was tall and her shape was as if it had been sculpted by an<b> artist </font></b>that could see into my soul, to know everything that was dear to me. I imagined that she had been shaped slowly, with care and with deliberation, so that no feature of was forgotten. In a single moment she was both someone to take out and share her beauty with the world and at the same time a vision that I wanted to keep solely as my own. She moved gracefully toward me and I wanted to know her more, to absorb every word she spoke and detail of her existence....in my life there have been precious few moments like this. Moments you know you want to hold in your memory like a precious gift. It's not always fair or practical to place such high value on these memories. Memories like these only endure if they are shared and I only knew how my mind and heart felt, but I knew I had indeed been given a gift. The gift of time, time with this special lady...we found our way to a sanctuary where we could be alone, be ourselves, explore our desires and explore our minds. As we sat and talked about life experiences I wanted to touch her, to know how the<b> artist </font></b>that tapped into my soul must have felt as he sculpted her body with his hands. I wanted to feel her shape, to kiss her long soft neck in one special place that might release her passion and enable her to give herself to me. I led her to my bed. There I began to slip the thin straps of that little black dress from her freckled shoulders. It slid slowly down her as if clinging to the mystery it hid beneath. The fragile fabric paused for a moment on her breast before continuing its fall to the floor. I watched as it settled at her feet and instinctively I wrapped her in my arms and layed her gently back onto the bed’s billowing piles of pillows...We lay together with our minds melded into the moment, seeking pleasure but also finding solace. A safe haven for our hearts...if a blind man sees with his hands I had been fully blessed because I could not have completely comprehended her beauty if not for my ability to feel her skin, to know the curve of her hip, the warmth of her thighs as they opened to my touch. The sound of her breath being drawn quickly in as I touched her breast and found sensations in her that had been more forgotten that were now made alive again. Her lips and mouth readily received me. My hands discovering all of her and yet she reserved a part of her mind and all of her heart from me. I found myself unable to maintain my balance. As I moved my hands over her back seeking every muscle in her I found myself longing to protect her, to shield her from the world and keep her as mine...Just as this time together has found a lasting place in my heart's memory, it is also fleeting. As I cling to those moments in time I know I must let go of the thing that has become most precious to me. The most beautiful sculpture in the world can only truly be relished by those who stand in it's midst, in the here and now. Like the blind man who can no longer enjoy the light of each day he knows when he is touched by the warmth of the sun and the light of the moon and stars each night, and that gives him comfort...Regardless where life take me, I will always remember that little black dress... |
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