With every stride of her step she stalks me, making me remember her. I see her in my dreams and during my daytime wondering. Everything that is her, is what I need. Everything that she would ever want I have already made provisions for. We are perfect together, a seamless connection of two souls destined for each other. I wake up with her on my mind and go to sleep the same. I can never forget her and I’ll never try. Every dream I’ve ever dreamt is made real in the fullness of her breast, the sway of her hips, the curve of her legs, the luminescence of her smile. Her eyes twinkle with life, her face is calm with peace. Her skin is smoothed with nature’s milk and sweetened with the honey that drips readily from her lips. Her voice is of an angel, pleasant and sweet. She never shouts or loses her cool, a lady in its purest essence.
She reminds me of something rare and beautiful; to priceless to even think of having. But, I do everyday, dreaming of her, longing for her, watching her daily, loving her completely. Opened to her flaws, I accept the possibility of any mishaps. My children call her mother and she smiles at them lovingly. Hugging and kissing them with the simplest and sweetest affection I’d ever seen. On her finger I see my ring, her promise of a lifetime of love and devotion to me. She looks at me, she sees me watching her. I don’t shy away or turn my head, I want her to see me admire her beauty. I want her to know that I treasure her strength and the heart filled with compassion that she shamelessly possesses. I am hers in case she didn’t know. I’m still watching her. She sees me. I don’t shy away. I want the love in my eyes to pierce her soul and trigger memories of immeasurable passions and shake her to the bone with the possibility of new arousals. She smiles at me, I smile back. She knows what I’m feeling, she feels it too. For thirty years I’ve been watching her, loving her, wanting her. And, that’s why I married her.
