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.....forbidden fruits ....
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.....forbidden fruits .... .... so, it started with a glance. A look across this cavernous space. You were lined up with the rest, all dressed alike. Your beauty radiating out in all directions. It made me self conscious of my appearance. Your clothing unable to hide the figure you work diligently to maintain. The angular bones of your face, awash in the sallow glow of sunlight. Your full breasts swelling each time you take breath. I wonder if you even notice me. Then, you turn as if my thoughts were directly wired to your brain, via some ethereal messaging system. Was that a smile? I brush lint, I imagine covering me, off my shirt. I took the extra time to press it, and make sure all the creases were staight in my slacks. My muscular arms stretching the fabric just so, as not to be obvious, I was dressing just for you. As you walk, I imagine your tight, shapely thighs, and round buttocks moving in rhythm to my baited breathing. I try to look away, but your darting glances, keep me drawn as a moth to a flame. I make any excuse to get closer to you. I time when you will make your entrance every week. I dont know whether to speak, or hide in the shadows like a five year old on a playground. As my courage fails me, I move to leave. I look in your direction, and receive what I needed, a look of longing from you. Did I imagine it? Were you really looking at me? I cannot leave without this knowledge. Now your face, hands, and eyes consume my attention. I am openly staring at you now. Lusting, longing for some semblance of acknowledgement from you. This is wrong, I know, but a sign, please lord give me a sign. Alas, you are as stoic as ever. As my last vestiges of hope are being crushed under the heel of your boots, do I imagine it? Did you just look up at me? I'm going mad, not knowing, never having the courage to speak to you. A decision, I must make a decision. I will never sleep unless I know. I slowly rise from my seat. I try not to look at you, as I approach. The silence is deafening at this point. I can hear beeds of sweat rolling down my temple as I pass you. Each step, echoes into eternity, and I wonder if everyone in the room is attuned to us. Just a few more steps. Please God, give me the strength to make it through this. Then, as if every prayer I have ever uttered is answered, there is a movement behind me. Don't look, don't look, don't look. My God, she is standing beside me. She knows, oh God she knows. I look to my right, and your beauty is even more spectacular up close. I want to speak, my mouth motioning to say something, anything. Words fail me, and I could cry it's so frustrating. You just smile at me and nod. You are paradise embodied, and it's all I can do to contain myself, in this public forum. And then, as if by my own design, you reach out your hand and take mine. Your touch is soft, and gentle. I almost pulled away from you in total amazement. You slowly, gently, but firmly take me through the motions. You smile at me, and I almost melt right there in your gaze. We kneel down in front of each other, and as you light the candle, all I can manage is a very weak, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Thank you, sister," .............  |
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As long as she doesn't dig out a ruler and smack your hand you're good to go! LOL! This was a good read! I really enjoyed it! {=} {=} {=}
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