Last Night
But she had a sleek poise about her character and demeanor that shoved out the ambiance of sexy. I’m also not easily moved to talk to someone I don’t know but something about her made it easy for my tongue to let me.
Last night I was debt free, I owed her nothing as I paid complete attention to the words spoken from her soul as it conversed with my spirit. My battery, once fully charged, now blinking low and I fear it, so I plugged in the charger so the end of the conversation, I wouldn’t have to near it.
Last night was a clear split between two lifetimes of eternity and forever as we fought sleep wrapped up in each other to keep a conversation that was oh so deep, engaged and hypnotized by sweet words. Ever so often, asking each other if the other was sleepy in hopes that that the “itis” was trampled over by the stampeding emotional herds.
She’d had a troubled life. And since sometimes your only outlet to deal with strife is a stranger, her thoughts sat on the cushions of my comfy sofa in my mental chamber as I became her shining knight in armor to protect her from danger.
Last night I wanted to change her mind and unlock the hurt in her heart to allow her to regain her faith in men. I was the paper, she was the pen. She was the voice of a troubled child and I was trying to speak to the soul within.
Last night was more than the ritualistic courting period. It was far more serious. It was special. It was love. It seemed like it was sent to devour the fear in us from above.
I was into her. She was into me. Into each others thoughts and psyche and what we were each about. Last night was a night that I can honestly say that I spoke with the divine love of my life. My soul-mate without a doubt.
And I just felt like a boy scout after receiving that first patch for first place. I wanted her in the best and worst way just to take the hurt away and to bless her on any cursed day.
Last night, it felt like my birthday when I picked up the phone on the first ring. She will never know how much joy that it did bring.
Seeming to make my heart pause then sing before I could even muster up the words to say “hello.” But, I just had to untie the ball of emotions from within me and let go…
Last night.
Last night I was debt free, I owed her nothing as I paid complete attention to the words spoken from her soul as it conversed with my spirit. My battery, once fully charged, now blinking low and I fear it, so I plugged in the charger so the end of the conversation, I wouldn’t have to near it.
Last night was a clear split between two lifetimes of eternity and forever as we fought sleep wrapped up in each other to keep a conversation that was oh so deep, engaged and hypnotized by sweet words. Ever so often, asking each other if the other was sleepy in hopes that that the “itis” was trampled over by the stampeding emotional herds.
She’d had a troubled life. And since sometimes your only outlet to deal with strife is a stranger, her thoughts sat on the cushions of my comfy sofa in my mental chamber as I became her shining knight in armor to protect her from danger.
Last night I wanted to change her mind and unlock the hurt in her heart to allow her to regain her faith in men. I was the paper, she was the pen. She was the voice of a troubled child and I was trying to speak to the soul within.
Last night was more than the ritualistic courting period. It was far more serious. It was special. It was love. It seemed like it was sent to devour the fear in us from above.
I was into her. She was into me. Into each others thoughts and psyche and what we were each about. Last night was a night that I can honestly say that I spoke with the divine love of my life. My soul-mate without a doubt.
And I just felt like a boy scout after receiving that first patch for first place. I wanted her in the best and worst way just to take the hurt away and to bless her on any cursed day.
Last night, it felt like my birthday when I picked up the phone on the first ring. She will never know how much joy that it did bring.
Seeming to make my heart pause then sing before I could even muster up the words to say “hello.” But, I just had to untie the ball of emotions from within me and let go…
Last night.
Last night, she said she was truly amazed when I gave her my number. Too shy to ask her for hers, I actually gave it to her so I wouldn’t have to question the thought of whether she was interested in me or be left to wonder.
But, last night, I was under a spell as soon as I picked up the receiver. With a voice so soft and gentle to make you a believer, I thought I was just blessed that I was given the chance to even meet her.
Not even wanting to deceive her, as I looked at the foreign number on the ID, I knew who it would be; it was her and I didn’t even answer in my “deep voice.” I didn’t want her to think I was acting like something I wasn’t; I had to be natural and not make a cheap choice.
But, last night, I was under a spell as soon as I picked up the receiver. With a voice so soft and gentle to make you a believer, I thought I was just blessed that I was given the chance to even meet her.
Not even wanting to deceive her, as I looked at the foreign number on the ID, I knew who it would be; it was her and I didn’t even answer in my “deep voice.” I didn’t want her to think I was acting like something I wasn’t; I had to be natural and not make a cheap choice.