Her thick brown hair crowns her head softly waiting for strong hands to caress it, to luxuriate in it, to stroke it lovingly as she lays her head close to your heart. Her face…those dark eyes, that creamy skin, those sweet lips that seem made to be kissed gently and roughly (often and gratefully) She is bright and beautiful and breathtakingly sensual; sensitive, energetic, strong, vulnerable, wise, naïve, girlish and womanly in the same amazing, thrilling, beguiling moment.
She is all a wise man could ever want in a partner…a friend, a companion, a lover, a confidant, a safe harbor…in the tumultuous journey that is life. A remarkable girl…a remarkable woman…
And, of course, there was no way that he could not fall in love with her.
She, of course, never regarded him that way…never took his ill-disguised passion and longing for her seriously. Her wisdom failed her in matters of love as she too often gave her heart to an endless number of vapid brutes who had absolutely no idea what a treasure it was…no idea what a precious treasure she was.
Not having it in him to try to play the brute he settled for being her buddy… her confidant…the good guy she trusts but would never fall in love with. For him, it wasn’t enough…but, with her, it was better than nothing.
She walks in light and shadow…she nestles into him and cries over the brutes who will never cry over her…and he holds her, keeping his love chaste and his longing at bay, and gives her the safe harbor she needs.
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