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a Lifetime
by RJen
very naive day. Just playing web games. Meeting, talking to people. They all leave but one. His face looks elderly and i feel quite safe. He closes the game room and we talk. What a flirt. Brightened a very dull wintery day.Flirting. What a wonderful action to the ego.
By the hour I was more interested. By the end of the conversation i could not let go of the attraction. By the end of the week I knew he had to be mine. I am so lonely for companionship.
He is gentle and kind and warm and loving. He is creative and imaginative. He is a beautiful man. I yearn for him. For his words. He takes me to places I have never been. He loves me from so far away. He shows me his favorite places in the world. He makes love like no man has ever touched me. My god what am i doing? I question myself but i cannot let go.
Days turn to weeks and weeks to months. We commit to our feelings and romance each other daily. He makes my legs weak with wanting. I am walking around in a daze. My head is spinning. He gives and takes with wild abandon but always with gentleness. We agree to meet in the future . There are no promises from him, just love. Will that be enough? I don't know. I just know i will go with love, lust and reckless abandonment. I will see him and just fall apart. So much emotion over a long period of time is bound to make a person insane. I want him so bad. I want to spend the rest of my life feeling the passion that he has lit in me. Will he be there to guide me forever? Will he take one look and walk away?
He called me a prude in jest one day. He made me laugh but unleashed the powers i hold. He set me free. Will he be there? We will see 5 years from now. We are both heading for mid life. He has a family as i do. We are both lacking some thing in our life so we have turned to each other. I know i can make him happy. I don't know if he really wants me to. We shall see in the year 2005!
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