The cool rain makes her snuggle close and she finds comfort in my warmth. Sure that's a halo on her head but don't let that fool you. She is strong and swift like a Texas thunderstorm. If she didn't have a strong man to keep her tethered she could tear down the walls.
She has this little smile that makes me forget what I was saying. She's so high above me but pretends not to notice. Calls herself, 'Just a girl' but to me she is the queen of everything. She looks at me so anxiously when I speak making me feel so adored and important. See she knows her man needs the validations to keep the testosterone high and she is happy to provide them. I know I am a real man because she told me. Ruggedly handsome and rough but soft when needed. When I have my shirt off she looks at me like she paid to see a male dancer.
We lay in the dark because she is still a little insecure about her body. But when we play and our eyes have adjusted to the dimness she is not shy anymore. Nothing makes me feel like I do when our eyes lock and I see the rushes of pleasure and pain; it's like a drug through my veins. She makes sure I'm looking when she walks nude through my bedroom. She acts upset that I am looking but I know she would pout if I didn't. When she sleeps, I like to curl up behind and bury my face in her hair. It smells of her shampoo and sweat. No greater aphrodisiac exists on earth.
When morning comes I wake to an empty spot in my bed where she was suppose to be. Did I lose her? Was it a dream? Has my heart been broken or was it just making believe again? I remember that smile and the smell of her hair. No, she can't have been just a dream. She must be out there... somewhere, lost, waiting and hoping to find me too. Will she walk through that door or will she pass me by and continue to exist only in my dreams? I don't know if you are her. But if you are I just want to tell you I have open arms and will love you strong, keep you amazed and sing away the blues. Message me and let's talk. I believe you and I can make the life together we never had the courage to desire.
(Origin)
In 2012, I decided to make a profile on a popular dating website. Instead of describing who I was, I wrote a short Novella style romance story to describe the girl of my dreams. So many people loved it so I wrote a few more. None seemed to evoke tears from the readers the way my profile story did. So I held on to it. Now, a year later I wrote a handful more just to incorporate the emotions and events I have experienced through all types of relationships. No story is about any one girl. They are all devised of parts and pieces from various muses and mostly they are an amalgamation of the glimpses I’ve stolen of a woman my soul has always known but has yet to introduce to me.