Will You Be My Beauty? Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Her skin is smooth and golden beauty. Her mind is incredibly talented beauty. Her infectious personality is beauty. Her character is like no other beauty. She likes to play hard to get but… It’s not hard for her to get me hard. The thought of growing in her turns me on but, I prefer turning her on and growing with her! She’s not aware of my varied talents. She thinks all men are the same, yet she only knows my name. I secure the goblet and pour a large glass of wine for her. I light the candles, draw her bath water and carry her to the scene. Gently placing her in, as not to crush the precious cargo, I execute. Resting her head on the pillow, I kiss her neck and begin to bathe her. Soft music fills the air, as I instruct her to close her eyes and imagine… I am about to take her on a mind trip and ask her to swallow then follow me! See, I am her leader, as she walks by my side; we frolic, dance and glide! I bring the goblet, to her amazing lips and ask her to once again inhale from the glass. I tip the glass to allow her to imbibe and watch as the liquid cascades down her throat. She’s relaxed, her mind is at peace, and she is ready to embark on the incredible trek! Destination is uncertain, as I am the captain and she is my submissive hostage. The clock pauses, while I whisper in her ear: Jazz, let’s begin the journey!” Imagine if we could… Gallop through new galaxies then, Foray into fortuitous futures then, High-step through the Himalayas then, Carefully collide in the Cayman Islands then, Exist in the edge of epiphany then, Gallop over the Galapagos gates then, Race to the rim of a new rainbow. By now, the bathwater cools off and her body is quivering. She’s cooing with delight, as I pick her up and carry her… to a bed of silk sheets and thousands of rose petals. Gently placing her beautiful, limp frame, I dry her with my tongue She wakes up, comes back to reality and quickly drifts off again. I give her a few requests, while serious, and not in jest; They read: Beauty, until the ends of eternity please… Come to me in your sleep. Come to me when you’re meek. Come when you’re strong & week! While this may seem to be fiction, Take heed to the message & diction. Some write it off and others can’t see, But in my mind, I KNOW, Beauty will come to me. In the midst of all those who claim to witness... Jasmine Benson , Will you be me my BEAUTY!
Posted on: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 22:08:01 +0000