My Story for the Mauricio I once loved
The soft , shimmery black silk is enticingly cool up against my skin. I stand there in a room that is serenely lit by the sweetly exotic scented candles that are burning away. The wind blows, the rain falls, the thunder sends chills from head to toe and has me captured in the mystical moment. The deeply red , white tipped, hugely bloomed roses are beautifully arranged in the uniquely styled vase; set,centered and framed by the magnificent out lining of the main window. The bed towers above everything , so much so , the step stool never budges from the side . It takes on the look of a huge , purely pillowy cloud framed by a deep blue and ignites the anticipation. The fan keeps the room romantically aromatic and all the many brightly colored wind chimes frequently, relaxingly tinkering. The icile shaped rainbow colored prisms that gracefully twirl away send reds, blues, purples, and pinks dancing along the walls. The sparkled carpet has u feeling like you are walking on air. From the corner of my eye, there is movement down below as I peer out the window to see him powerfully running through the storm. It is then that my heart skips a beat. My gaze remains locked in the midst of the beautifully harsh weather.I hear him quietly enter...hesitate as his eyes are surprised to take in the extraordinary transformation of the bedroom he left bare and long, wavy reddish,goldish,pinkish highlighted hair that rests right above the curves of my booty...then I feel him walk up from behind....the passion silently hits me in the gut.....I feel his lips gently brush up against my ear as he whispers my name, and rolls his tongue while he has the velvety petals of the rose moving along my exposed skin....it has awakened all my senses , and aroused my soul. He hands me the rose and runs his hands up the front of me and gently cups my breasts, with my head back,resting on his shoulder he kisses along my neck..as I shiver, his name escapes from my lips... I turn to face him with a flash of my green eyes, he is still drenched from the down pour , kiss his rain flavored lips and run my fingers through his wet hair. His spicey scent lingers in the cool air. Suddenly he steps back with his hands at my waist , his eyes speak for him and he gently runs his finger tips along my jaw line to my pinkish pouty lips. He draws me into him and lifts me into his secure embrace. He smoothly manuvers us to the top of the bed and we welcome the soft pillowiness as we lay all cuddled up, his voice stirs some kind of spiritual magic as he softly , tenderly sings my lullaby ....suddenly he whispers a passionate I love you ...it is then that those words make me realize I'm all caught up in a Dream..... as I begin to sink and am quickly falling....all the while our eyes remain focused on one another as he becomes even more distant and disappears into the misty cloudiness.....only to be eternally lost to one another....awaking me right before my heart, my soul would've been utterly destroyed by the impact.