That’s right, I left her because of another woman. By the time you finish reading the below description of the “other woman”, you too will have fallen in love with the “other woman”. The “other woman” is a Goddess. I don’t know much about astrology, but I’m almost sure that Venus passed near by to see her birth. That is how beautiful the “other woman” is.
I want to describe her so you have an idea of the “other woman”. She is a woman in her early 20’s. Her body in perfect harmony with the environment that encompasses her. Her movements are soft and sensual as if the angels were to help her not bother with the light touch of the quiet air that is all around her. Must I also add that even the sound of near silence that is created in her walk, is a delicate song that the air molecules sing when she passes each of them without knowing of their existence.
Her clothing with a tight fit, to only let your imagination go wild with what it would be to touch her skin. To imagine and wish yourself to be as a piece of cloth to transmit warmth and feel her. To see myself not as a fixed piece but as a piece that is in movement that would touch and lightly graze her skin in a dance of sensual touches. She feels these soft contacts as she does feel many others. I am just on piece amongst hundreds of other pieces that touch her. I am lucky to be a part of this event. Am I jealous of other pieces of cloths? Of course I am.
Her body, a sculpture built on top of another sculpture. She did do lots of exercise and her body was a reflexion of female sensual body with curves in clear definition. Her body balanced in well proportions and keep within the elegantly esthetic. I don’t know what her measurements are, but what I do know, is that she attracts many eyes to her. And this doesn’t get me jealous, as long as I know that she dresses sexy and sensual to conqueror me. She doesn’t try to conqueror others, she just does it to conqueror me.
Her sweet and young face, without guilt, without judgment, clear of things pending to be completed for the day, just a smile and wishes to come. A face that conveys a message of “welcome, don’t ever leave”. How can a woman smile and be happy for so long? I do not know. Would I be worth so much to cause this effect?
Her attitude, that of a young innocent girl. Open to listen. She wants to talk with me frequently. Her smile, so honest and wanting to see me. She is with me for hours, and yet she wishes for more time of me by her side.
Her kisses, a delight. Her lips delicate and full. Her tongue touches my tongue softly with a sweet contact. A humid uniting of two souls. A touch that is capable of welding two angels into one being. A kiss able to create life if the intensity was just slightly more potent. A kiss with her, and lost in time I have become. A kiss that causes galaxies to be confused with two powerful souls as ours, stopping time without notice. Holy beings confused by not knowing what is that thing that is causing time to interrupt it’s flow and causing lack of attention to their daily choirs, like that of creating new galaxies. A kiss that keeps me thinking that the beautiful woman in my arms wants to please me at that moment, just me. Just an instant in her mind. Instantly, I am a slave and king. I own the world, and yet I am slave to the “other woman”.
Do you wish to know who the “other woman” is? That other woman was my wife in another time, time past. I left my wife because of this other woman. I cannot go back in time find the “other woman”. Nor can I continue in the arms of the woman that faded away the “other woman” into a forgotten memory.