Bedroom eyes start to memorize the very thought of me. The essence of me, my scent, my physique. How can this be? Admiration. Never experienced this before. Not caring about my imperfect waistline, signs of child bearing... Just bearing me gifts of unconditional love. Adoring. Adoring my laugh, claiming it to be his. He is the reason why it exist. Giving me hope to live again, he gives me breath by taking mine. His tongue enters my mouth...Tears of a longing coming true. He is the truth. His soul matched mine, not the same but perfect for each other. Completing me when I thought I was whole...His touch excited my soul and he has not yet entered me yet. Was I always this beautiful or is this some sort of fantasy. How is that he is the only one that can make me see... Who I was...The woman I became to be...His perfect match...Love never entered me so gently and yet so powerful...The lovemaking I had been yearning for...Slow and so full of life...He is my destiny...Yes. This has to be meant to be...Everlasting truth...He brought me the word. Touches to my thigh so gentle and sweet...Glanced at the mirror and I swore I could have seen...No. That can't be...Yes...It's me...He was the very reflection of who I was...His soul that is....Tears pouring out past love...Or what I thought it was....Tears poured out past pain...No reason to have them anymore...For the Lord promised me that the one that was worth these tears....Would never give me a reason to...Completely adoring and loving me...No reason for my jealous heart and unsure self-esteem hiding behind make up...He was blind of my outside...Saw who I was and reminded me too...His perfect angel is what he called me and now I call out his name...As I embrace him...Holding him tight...I explode and become a new me...I can live and love and let him love me
