So… There’s this man.
I’m sure you’ve seen Him before, with me following around behind Him like a love-sick kitty, my eyes big and round, with stars in them.
He’s handsome, in that good Italian-stock kind of way.
His smile is wide when He shows it, which is often, and his lips are incredibly sensual.
He has these hands… firm hands, brutal at times. They can smack and punch and slap me into tears, and then gently push the hair out of my eyes and caress my face with them. He even holds me tight with this big hands, cuddling me to sleep.
His eyes haunt my dreams. That dreamy sadistic cruelty that may sicken a lesser woman, but only serves to make me ready for when He wants to use me.
I feel like we were meant to be together. That i knew i was meant to be His from the moment i saw Him. This may sound exaggerated, but if you ask a few people about that night, they will tell you it’s true.
When we sleep together His body curls around mine, protecting me, keeping me safe. If He happens to turn away, He still reaches for me, to touch me in His sleep, as if to reassure Himself that i’m in the proper place. Little does He know that I will be in that place for as long as He will have me.
When we are at parties, and i wander around being the social butterfly i can feel His eyes on me as i wander around. He doesn’t worry i will stray, but He’s always making sure i’m safe.
There is this scar on His shaved head and i always want to kiss it and lick it.
Our meeting was pure chance. The stars aligned for us and the momentum of life pushed us forward into this, and i fell into it, with arms and eyes open wide, ready for where the journey would take us.
On this fateful night that seems so long ago, a girl without a father found a Daddy, and a man without children found a babygirl.
