Eyes Wide Shut
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006"Close your eyes", said a voice,"and just dance, move to the music, feel the rhythm". I danced, I twirled, I waved, I stretched, I reached, and I spun. I spun and spun and kept on spinning, and then, I felt it.
The rough texture of his palm, his defined skin. The big bones of his fingers and his hard knuckles, and his tensed veins of his broad arm. The bitten cuticles of his nails. Those strong shoulders and the sexy arch of his back.
But mostly, it was those lips. Accessorised with a bit of moustache and a cute goatee, it was those lips. I felt them, with my tiny fingers, the plump flesh filling them up. I felt them part, and they kissed my fingers lightly. And I knew that familiar warmth of those lips. And I felt his big palm, holding on to my fragile fingers, and I felt those lips kissing my forehead.
And at that moment, I knew I could just die. He held me tight, and as my eyes were shut they were so very open. I saw him, really saw his beauty and I was basking in it. This man, was dancing with me. And although he did not twirl, or wave, or stretch, or reach or spin, he was there, dancing with me. He really swept me off my feet. He lifted me high into the heavens by merely pulling me close to hear him breathe. I flew. I was free.
And when I opened my eyes, I saw him.
Upon another starry night, I lay in his lap, and I looked into those eagle eyes. As he smiled at me, he sang to me. He held my head close to him and sang softly into my ears. And when he lay in my lap, i sang to him. I stroked his hair and sang to him, looking at him, beaming at him. I was so proud of him. But mostly, I was grateful. I have the love of the man that I have always dreamed of. He chose me…
I looked at him. I looked at my Hero.
