Making love.
It even SOUNDS sensual. Romantic
thoughts... slow and soothing contact with someone very, very
special.... Not an ending to a moment but a continuation of a dream
come true. Reality is only you and them, neither thinking of the work
that must be done tomorrow, the house that needs cleaned, or the
sleep that you are missing. You are the only couple on earth and you
know heaven must be just like this.
You feel every inch of their soft skin,
as their body slides next to yours. The curves fit just right as you
become one, joining in a most intimate way. Their body reacts, in an
obvious way... no sense pretending what is being felt. The spots that
they want touched, are... by various objects of desire. The
temperature builds, emotions boil over as the contact of that special
someone hits a peak again and again, until the peaks turn to the
valleys of contentment... joy... euphoria. You sleep until awakened,
by those same sensuous lips on your body.... ready to resume the
passion of hours before....
Why do I say “real woman”? Won't
any willing beauty do?
Of course not....
Everyone has their own image of what it
takes to be a real woman. Kate Upton in a swimsuit, Halle Berry in a
revealing dress, or Hillary Clinton wearing nothing but a smile all
would qualify in someone's eyes. Of course, I have my own ideas....
My definition requires more than just a
physical attraction, being famous, or political clout. The REAL woman
has her life in control and can enjoy the pleasures of it, guilt
free. She probably doesn't count calories, she doesn't shy away from
an argument, or require a paycheck-loan to cover the cable bill. She
is confident, articulate, and sees meeting people as an excuse to
smile. She's made mistakes and learned from them. She recognizes
stupidity and steers clear of those with a masters degree in it. She
knows her good habits and works on her less-than-stellar ones. She's
not perfect and isn't looking for perfect. She DOES want the dream
though, and won't settle for less....
How would I meet someone like THAT?
I don't hang in the same circles. I
guess I don't hang in ANY circles! How would I even recognize her?
Divine intervention? In the line at the grocery store? A blind date?
I have no idea, but I have spent time
with her type before, and it was fabulous....
Conversation was easy, sparks were
often, and the heat was constant. Candles, oils, or soft music were
not required, but a welcome surprise. She wasn't in my imagination,
didn't need to be inflated, or plugged in. She wasn't going to be
impressed by a big ego, or a sports car. I didn't need a large bank
account, an exotic location, or a supply of Rohypnol.
Why no love connection?
That's a question that mystifies me to
this day, although I know, deep down, that romance is only part of
the totality of a relationship. It may be a larger part for some, but
still just a part. Without the right timing or the opportunity to
grow beyond the physical, it would stay as a comet shooting across
the sky of life.... beautiful.... unforgettable.... intensicable...
….so good you have to invent new
words to describe....
WOW.. may I just change the title to Making Love to a Man?
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sara about changing the title...Lots of men need to be taught how to make love to a real woman...They watch too much porn and haven't a clue what a woman wants and needs!
ReplyDeleteYou never know, you may meet her at the grocery store or maybe she reads your blogs and really relates to you on here. From what I have read from your blogs, she will be lucky to meet you.
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