uNTangLing MyseLF

Do not love me like your shadow… Because at night it is not by your side… Do not love me like a pillow… Because even though you are together all night, you rarely meet by day… Do not love me like honey… Because honey,albeit sweet, is common place… Do not love me like a new dress… A new dress soon wears out and you love it no more… Love me like a good dream… From which you do not wish to wake… Love me like your favorite bag… That which holds things dear to you… Love me like you found everything you were looking for in me… Love me like your favorite chocolate flavor… Which when finished, leaves a lingering taste in your mouth… Do not love me for anything else, love me for me.

The details of Yester evening remain solidly plastered on my cerebellum…  My eyes were idly roving my surroundings, that’s until they fell on her… And yes, I fell in love. Not only with her face, her face, the definition of beauty. And not only with her grace, her slow, booty rolling, hip-swinging gait. But also with her legs, especially her legs, Mon Dieu!!! She had holy legs. Holy because the English language doesn’t have a better word, and even if it has, there is just no better way to word it. This lady had a way of stretching those beautiful, long, sexy, never-ending walking apparatus to a beat in my mind that suggested illegal things. The way my fingers could steal their way up those goddess's legs, draw minute patterns up on those fleshy thighs, damn! What the fuck am I saying! Back to the story, before my optical telescopes could get accustomed to Miss leggy leggy, she went around a corner and was forever lost to me. But I will remember those legs...

All my life, rarely if ever, have I beheld a fille with attractions so calculated to bewitch a garcon. I would, if I could, make you mine. Your sweet face. Crowning the body of a  Venus . I could only gaze at creations  genius . I do not know if what words I write make sense, They could be nonsense…I do not care. All I know is you are the definition of beauty… You with your splendid eyes and charming smile. I could traverse many miles, navigate many a Nile. If I knew that smile and its owner awaited me at my journey's end.   I still cannot make up my mind whether am glad or sad that fate should have thrown you in my path. A few hours then you were gone, but I will remember you, Naomi. You are to me, and will always be. La belle Anunda.