50 shades of Love

50 Shades Of Love

As I am laying on my back, gazing at the ceiling, I can hear my heart beating as if it was in its own powwow celebration. This is it. I'm about to give him my body.

Who is this man, climbing over my body caressing me with every touch? He's kissing me in all the right places. He smells so good and his arms are like brown logs wrapping around my back. Not only that, but he's rubbing my back, he's noticing every flaw and blemish I have. Furthermore, he omits them with a kiss. He slowly moves throughout my body with his fingertips as if they were a streetwalker on the runway …. My body is quivering now, with excitement. He has taken time with me, he has gazed into my eyes, with his deep and brown eyes. I can feel the hair on his face brush against my thighs giving a little tickle as he explores my body …. His beautiful smooth brown skin began to press forward against mine, as he entered into my body, deep into my soul. I can feel his heartbeat as if it was at its very own Kuumba festival.

Who is this man that I have given my body to? It feels so pure, it feels so right. I feel like I deserve him, all of him. I feel like he is deserving of my body and heart. I feel like I am melting in his hands, and he is slowly taking his time to put pieces together that he never broke, to begin with. With all the men that have wronged me, of how this one feels so perfect.

Who is he? Could this be my prince charming? Could he be my potential husband? Just his simple touch has my emotions bursting under my skin and in my soul as if there was a great volcano waiting to erupt.

I am noticing how he is looking at me like I am a masterpiece sent from heaven. But still, I wonder. I have known this man for so long and never looked at him in the way he is gazing at me. We began as friends, then became lovers. And somehow I have fallen in love.

I have fallen in love with his smile, with his charm, his wit, his intellectual conversations. I have fallen for him with no intentions, with no motive, just pure love. Likewise, I have begun to pray for him, to wonder if he has eaten, I wonder if he's ok throughout the day. Do I need to be there in his defense? How can I help him, support him in all aspects of life? How can I make his life better?

Am I moving too fast or is his heart just listening slow? Does love really have a time on its actions and reactions? Are his feelings mutual or am I just too deep in my feelings, too blind to see that this is all lust and not love? The temptations of our bodies when we meet when we touch when we look into each other's eyes. Is he looking into my heart the way that I look into his? Does he feel the same? Or am I a bit insecure? His actions are so loud but his voice is silent. Why must I seek reassurance, when all the answers are there. Am I just a woman with a lot of questions or a woman that needs answers? Why can't I just be content with what this man has to offer, instead of digging for clues to hurt my soul? Why can't I just be happy and let my guard down?

I let my guard down when I opened up and allowed him to enter inside my body. All of these thoughts I am having just because we engaged in intercourse …. Now, this is it, I'm in love.