by Ty Haven
Showtime continued. “My wife dedicated her time and life to me. When we were younger, we learned how much we valued each other. We made our mistakes in disrespecting each other. Most marriages go through that rough period. None of that silly stuff matters, Youngblood. If she cheated, well, did he? Being unfaithful can’t destroy a marriage. It can only bruise it... It all depends on the strength of the bond. I don't condone cheating at all as that is against GODs law of love. Love don't work that way anyways, Youngblood. At least not the way these old eyes see it. There are painful tests that come about in a marriage. Real bonds can get past those humps and love on forward.”
“My wife and I have always appreciated each other for choosing to be together. I've never raised my hand to hit my wife. That’s what weak men do. That is disrespectful to the devotional craft in which GOD has bestowed upon husband and wife. Youngblood, women who don’t know me, approach me all the time with compliments to invite me into their chambers. I'm never interested because I know what I got at home. With every season the bond between husband and wife grows even closer. Now my wife goes on these women conventions all the time, and I don’t have any idea what she is doing, I just want her enjoying life. I give her my upmost attention as my queen and she rewards me with honor as her king. I get what I want when I want it Youngblood. You know what I mean. I treat her right and she keeps my head right.”
“My body and soul is getting old. All things make more sense when you get my age...... YOUNGBLOOD!!” Showtime is looking at me intently, making sure I’m maintaining his eye contact. Making sure I’m listening and really hearing him. “You listen. She is the most important thing to me. That’s how GOD set it and I don't question it. My life has been nothing but better ever since because of her... What wife is perfect? They make mistakes. A man won't make a point to point her mistakes out. I made mistakes, hell, I still do. That happens when you get older, you forget shit. Youngblood, you don’t know it yet, but you asked this question because you've now begun searching for yours truly. Be prepared for when she comes. Just do what I told you and have a good life with your wife."
We don’t talk much that was the most I ever seen him speak. I'll keep this moment forever. There’s a saying that old motherfuckers that have a body shaped like a question mark are the ones that have all of the answers. Listen to him. Thank you Pops.
Chapter 8: We watch
This is just the way it is.
We ride, we post up, we watch.
The biker’s club is inside of an industrial complex in the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. The bikes are all parked next to each other, showing off their unique colors and designs. Our biker club colors and Black and Red. We go by the name of Red Wolves.
The sun is setting. It’s about to go down. I already got my soft-squeeze so I’m not here to hunt. She's at home in my bed sleeping off what happened on the (countertop). I’m only here to make sure the squad is secure. We ride together. Yeah, there are some jazzy ladies out tonight. The kind you want to lie on your bike and ride all night. "Yeah... She's nice...” I nodded to my bike brother as I spoke. This is a lawless territory and it will be a feast tonight. Just a little bit longer until these spirits start riling these femme fatale's up.
They're getting loose so it’s only a matter of time. About every whip bumpin' something for the ladies to get them in the mood. It’s easy when you have eyes. The subliminal messages are everywhere... Our older brothers pick up the scent from across the street... I’m not bad myself... "There." I see her. Another. One more. I tap on my older brother’s gas tank to get his attention. He doesn’t even move, he only signals response with a low grunt.
Now it has begun... "The joust" would be the correct term. It’s where we raise our pheromones to entice the females while they inspect our demeanor. Some of our fellas can’t hold themselves as these goddesses glide across our eyes... Sadly, most of these women don’t know how valuable they are. And that’s why they put themselves out here to be seen with almost no clothes on, basically, naked... These goddesses give no mystery to how well GOD shaped their curvaceous bodies... They entice us with their flaunting ways and this is how we are sorted... Some of us who are aware show no weakness. We don’t break. This only makes the females more interested, so they work harder to gain our attention by using deceptive body languages to entice our eyes.
The set up.
We already noticed each and every other broad before the sun went down... The women that try to get our attention start to twerk till they begin to show ass. We hold steady and show no interest... Well.. Some of us... Patience is the key and goal to finding a diamond amongst rubies... Now I believe that I have found mine. I wonder if she’s still asleep... I'm finding myself to be thinking of her more and more...
Chapter 9: Her ocean
I just showed up. She has a nice studio apartment in Marietta, Georgia. She said the door was open for me, so I walked in. I looked around. She keeps up her place really nicely. For the entire ride back all I could think of was her waiting for more. She said, "Bae, I've been waiting for you." "Yeah." I said. I began to climb in the bed. It was dim and all I could smell is the aroma of her perfume. She was enticing me all over again. I know she wanted me. The fact is, she now has become dependant on me to bring calmness to the flame that yearns to be extinguished inside of her... I’m not holding back or exchanging small talk because I know what she needs, what she wants... I’m all too familiar with this way of needing for another, so there is no point in small talk.
I climb on top of her with my boat ready to set sail into her ocean. Upon her feeling the tip, she quivers, knowing I’m about to deliver. So I navigate into her deep blue sea. She squirms and moans to my stroke, trembling as I work my sail boat. I steer into the directional changes of the winds with each breath she takes. I plunge into her waves in pursuit to stay the course of my destination. She whispers, "Give it to me..." Then yells, "Oh... Shit... Baby, give me this dick." By obliging her demands I plunge deep into the tender suction of her tsunami. The room begins to feel like a typhoon as she prepares to release her oceanic flows upon me. I’m ready. All she needs is three words from me to send her to ecstasy... "Flow on me..." She explodes.... Squirting all over the sheets, me, the comforter, the floor, the mattress... She's still coming and I keep sailing into her raging waters.
My true goal is to obtain her pearl... So I drop anchor and dive deep into her soul with a strong gaze into her eyes as she lies suspended in ecstasy. I told her, "I want all of you. I want your heart, your body, and most of all I want you to spend your time resting in my mind. Will you be my woman? Give it all to me..." She then pushes my whole body up with her pelvis becoming stiff as a board because I never stopped my stroke. She stops breathing for about 4 seconds, then comes the "sigh". She releases and then becomes as soft as silk because once more, she came again. There's no need to speak. I roll over on my side to hold her. Then she says, "I’m so embarrassed because I soaked everything. I don’t know what came over me." I responded by saying this. "I’m honored to be with something so rare." She says, "Yeah, what is that?" I said, "With a mermaid." She pauses then giggles a little while grabbing on me a little tighter. Yeah, that’s when I knew I had her. She's mine. Although she didn’t answer my question, I knew that on this night, she became my woman.
Chapter 10: On My Chest
After effects... That heavy mix up of divine quality...Pure Bliss... She and I.... We are both spent... As she lays her head on my chest, I caress her naturally curvaceous body. I imagine that we're thinking of everything while staring at the ceiling. As I place my hand on her back, I can’t help but wonder how is it that I have the epitome of a rare being, blessed of beauty lying in bed with me. It must be the uniqueness that her soul provides to the wild eyes of man. To feel her expel her breathe upon my chest invigorates me. It entices me to point of exclamation. Her thirst of resolve incorporates my resolve. On these simple thoughts I drift asleep with you in my arms.
In the middle
of the night your kiss is overtaking me. I can’t… I won’t share this revelation with her. I must keep this inward thought to myself. She’s sending me into ecstasy. She does this without even an enticing involvement of sexual seductive invitation. Her ways of intimate interaction compels me to mentally explode in orgasmic fashion. Her lips taste of the fruit made unknown to the natural fruit tic tastes of pleasure. Her lips taste of heaven. My arms, my legs they are operating on their own by desiring to rub and caress her extremities.
All of this from but a simple gesture of innovation by her tongue as it passes her lips. I am in awe by the scent which beckons me. My hands must stroke her chest, searching for the beat of her heart. To make sure. That this isn’t a dream or fantasy... I need to feel if this is real... I bury my face in her neck with succulent kisses... My hand gently slides down her face in exploration while she drives my soul crazy... The many. Many. Many. Many. Many. Many. Many wonders of this woman... She gives me multiple mental orgasms.
Chapter 11: Daydreaming
As we lay in bed the next day I slowly, penetrate her mind... She’s willing and I'm yearning to make this act into a unity... Yeah... Let’s go there... I want her to tell me her weak spots, tell me what she fears so that I may dismay those insecurities my queen. Her chambers are of dignified perfection. Excuse me while I fantasize mere words to best describe this moment of heavenly bliss. Her celestial astronomy solidifies every account of imagination of creation. I kiss and kiss. Let me start over from head to the sole of your toe. I serve to pleasure her.
Intimate comforts. Just laying here as the morning light hits her body, just right. I’m not staring. Just admiring the uniqueness as the sun compliments the arch in her back. Excuse me. Yeah. That’s my... Wand. And it is, being mesmerized by your body art. Not today. My wand can explore you at another time. You quench the inner thirst of my desires.
I’m here looking at her. I’m staring deep into her eyes. I long for her. To live, to have, to hold, and to keep forever in my arms. I’m NEVER letting go. Her accomplishments will be celebrated. I take upon myself to aid her in any area of need, including any of her failures. For her, anything is worth suffering for. Even the word by definition, suffer, isn't suffering at all when it comes to enduring anything with her All experiences with her, whether good or bad will be considered a blessing. For you see, I could never fail in loving her unconditionally.
She completes me. Most certainly through all eternally. From finances to romances, she has the highest order of attention from me. The divine creator clearly made her to astonish me. From the beginning of my day, she is my focus. She is the driving force of my energy. I long and wait for her to be along my side as my bride. I promise, I'll only confide my deepest confessions to her, for she is my love lesson. My teacher. My healer. My study. My buddy. My closest friend, even beyond my end. In these simplistic words, I’m trying to say…... No. I am confessing that my love for her surpasses every man ever known to her. Will she spend the rest of your life with me? On this day, will I ask her to marry me? (Oh... I slipped off into a dream in between a daydream and it seemed all too real while we we're laying here... Wait... What happened, what's going on...? I'm opening my eyes to see her crying... So I lean over and kiss her forehead.
Chapter 12: See in you the way I do
What’s wrong? I asked. But she couldn’t speak beyond her tears. She curled up into a ball a cried even harder. I wrapped my arms around her as she wept. After some time she finally said, "Why? I’m not as pretty as all those other women. Why are you still here with me? Shouldn’t you be leaving now? You barely even know me. Please leave. Please." I said, "I’m here because I choose to spend my time with you. I most certainly won't leave now. I'm here, I'm here for you." She replied, "Just drop it. I know how this works ok. This isn’t real. You were just caught up in the moment. We just messed around this weekend. I get it. Now I think you should go." I responded, "What! Baby, don't stereo type me. This is real to me. I'm here. Yes, this isn't normal, people don't do this. Let me ask you two questions. Do you believe in love and do you love yourself?" She paused to wipe her tears then said, "Yes. Of course I believe in love. But no.... I don’t think love is for me. I'm not capable of love ok!!!" Then she burst into tears again.
Chapter 13: The Intervention
I held her tighter as we now stood in the bathroom door. I said, "Listen. I’m still here. I got you. Here, take this towel. Baby, please wipe your face. Take off all of this makeup and allow me to see your beautiful face. There, wash your eyes. Now look. Look in the mirror. That's you. You’re so beautiful. It doesn’t matter what I say. Can you see it? Do you see it? That’s you. You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. Say it with me.” She’s still crying. “Say it. Wash your eyes again. If it takes all day, I'll stay until you say to yourself. Say it until you mean it. You’re smart. You’re amazing. Close your eyes. “She closes her beautiful brown eyes. “Think of what you see. Open your eyes again and again until you see beauty again. You've always known it. Beauty doesn't fade away. LOOK at you. It’s ok to cry. We have enough towels to dry your eyes. You’re beautiful. I will be here for as long as you will allow me to. One day I may go away, so you got to be strong and believe in you for you and me too, okay? Love yourself more and more each day. I can tell you that I love you all day. It doesn’t mean a thing if you don’t love yourself. I need you to love you for me because if you don’t you'll be hurting the both of us. Wipe your eyes. Cleanse the lies you allowed yourself to be told. Say it!! You’re beautiful. Every imperfection is your blessing. Can't you see that? GOD made you this way. GOD made you so well that he had to add flaws to cover up your beauty. That flaw is your pretty smile, your graceful walk, the way you talk, and the way you giggle when you laugh. Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll go find you something in the kitchen. I need you to spend some time alone in your mirror.”
So I enter her modest kitchen looking for something to whip up to eat for the both of us. “I still know you’re in there crying… Hey! I know you ain’t crying in there! You’ve used three towels!” I laugh. Hoping lighten up our conversation. “I’m just messing with you lady.” While I'm in the kitchen I'm finding myself wiping my own tears. It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. I repeat to myself.
When she comes into the kitchen with dried, red eyes. She says, “Wow can’t believe you stayed after my little meltdown.” I tell her…”You, it’s because of you. You represent everything there is to yearn for. My queen, my dearest. We disagreed. You made your point and I listened. You tried to hold your position, but we both know that you know I’m perfecting being with you.” She sighs and shakes her head. I continue...”Isn’t it frustrating, knowing that I know you so well already? That’s right; you’re caving in again, your falling. Falling for the strength of my passionate persuasion. You know what happens next. After all, you’ve been my greatest teacher, because you let me see you and study your curves. The curves of your mind. Sorry babe. It’s too late. You showed me too much of you already. I don’t want to let go.”
Chapter 14: Absent
It’s been almost 3 weeks since we spoke...
I called Serenity but she would not answer. We spent a lot of time together. Intimately. It is what it is, so I'll proceed to continue my path. Admittedely enough, I think of Serenity each day. No explanation necessary because it was no more than a fling so it seems to me. I’m not the type of guy who rebounds with some other chick. I keep myself occupied by consuming myself in hobbies like writing. It’s different for sure and my fellas would clown me for weeks if they ever found out. I don’t care; it’s just my thing.
KNOCK KNOCK…I know it’s her. Her soft knock sends messages to me as if it were a worded communication telling me to come to the door. There she is. Standing right in front of me with all of her beauty. I was suspended for about 10 seconds. Then I finally said "Come in.” I thought to myself... (Damn...sorry, it took a while for me to register to invite you in due to the fact
that I was suspended... Suspended in your eyes and your thighs that showed through that sundress... damn).
To be honest, I was purging her from me, so her unexpected arrival threw me off. I walked over and sat on the couch. "Well, aren't you going to ask me to have a seat?" She asked. "You’re more than welcome without asking." I responded. I knew I should've offered first hand, but I was a little ticked off because she went ghost on me. Damn. She got me in my feelings. I gotta shake this shit. "So was sup?" I asked.
"It’s been difficult for me these past few weeks. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer any of your calls. I saw each and every one of them." She replied. Shit, that threw me. I gotta respond with something quick. So I say "It’s all good. I was busy with things." Silence then echoed as moments passed. "It was wrong of me to do that and I just want to apologize for not......" she begins to get choked up a little... "I...I... You see, I’m not like other women that you have met, I don’t do this kind of thing." While she's explaining herself I ain’t saying shit. I ain't cracking. Besides, I'm still a little bit salty so she better not start that crying shit. She looked in my eyes then looked down at the floor and back into my eyes again and said. "You’re on my mind a lot and it scares me."
Ohhhhh... So she is feeling me and I’m not the only one who’s getting emotionally attached in this intimate thing we share... GOT- Dayum!!! I then said, "Look we both consumed quite bit of alcohol that weekend at bike week. Still, it was all real to me. Everything I said during that weekend when we were together, I meant it. Everything I felt was true. I love you." She rushed and knocked me over as her lips forcefully meet mine. Shit. I wasn’t prepared for this because I've been drinking and thinking in an attempt to try to get her off of my mind.
