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| Yes, he's my man; I say it confidently. And here he stays not because I make him but because his love lives here with me. I don't hold him under lock and key, invade his space or run behind him in the streets. With all the temptation that surrounds him he knows he's free to do as he pleases. Yet, everyday he makes his choice again and each and every night he's home savoring the sweet taste of love with me. I hear his voice in the middle of the day, simply saying his thoughts were of me. He romances me in ways far beyond the usual rose petals and wine. Though my heart already belongs to him, he woos me, pursues me like everyday is the first day our paths crossed. I know the terrain of his body as well as my own- just where to kiss, caress, and lightly bite- just the right amount of pressure to bring out the wild in him or make him a bit more tame. And the sound those sweet lips make when he's caught in passion's wave, can only be translated as my name. His heart's desire rests on the fullness of these lips and the contour of these hips. He holds dear the private ways I show him I care, poetry in his briefcase, prayers for divine guidance on the journey we share, and erotic awakenings bringing gentle endings to his dreams with which no alarm could ever compare. Yes, he's my man but I claim no ownership. God loaned me this man and me to him, a blessing we appreciate for all it's worth. So you see, I pay no mind to those who throw themselves shamelessly before him or reinvent themselves into what they think he wants. It is I who have captured the heart of this man in all its splendor simply by sharing with him the contents of my own. We are destiny in motion and grant no one the power to change that. RLT � 2000 |