Green Eyes By Valerafon A poet finds true love in the arms of a powerful woman. Update: 12/12/1997 to misc3 This short story is written for all the women who inhabit Diana's web site. I know their interests are as varied as the men's interests, but I have yet to find one who doesn't like a poem written expressly for them. This is also for you Sammie! I was trying to concentrate on my reps, but that was impossible today. My eyes kept wandering over to the spandex encased goddess who was using the resistance machine opposite mine. Her face was so youthful and determined looking as she did her sets. She was such a vision of contrasts. The first thing one had to notice were those huge eyes dominating her features. They flashed with a fire of green jade as she struggled to finish her reps. Those eyes! I knew I could lose myself in them, but it was the kind of risk a man had to take. In contrast to her eyes was that flaming red hair. It set off her features so perfectly I thought. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with a bright green sweet band around her head. I thought she was the perfect representation of an Amazon goddess from my dreams. Next one had to notice those sensuous lips. Larger than life, like her eyes I thought. Again a contrast to her cute little up-turned nose. It was a face that commanded attention. On her face and body were the mandatory freckles that accompanied a person with her complexion. The freckles belonged though. They gave her face character, as if it needed any. Competing with that face was her Amazonian body. As she worked her legs, the muscles bulged out on her thighs and calves, and then relaxed in rhythm to beat of her sets. Even at rest the muscles of lower body exuded power, but yet they were firm and smooth and unmistakably feminine. I noticed I was breathing hard, and I had not done a set of my own for some time. As she moved to another machine, and did some curls. Her upper body was just as incredibly ripped. I couldn't help but stare when I saw her biceps swell. I wondered how long it had taken her to get a body like that, probably many years. Here was my dream girl with a body of iron, and here I was with a body of jello. I was trying to rectify that, but I knew it would take time. I had just got my degree in journalism, and had spent too many days exercising my mind and not my body. How did you get a girl like this to notice you? I wasn't homely by any means. I just didn't feel like I was in her league, but I knew I had to try, and I knew I was going to try. I would never forgive myself if I didn't. Her smile brought me back from my thoughts. Then I realized she was smiling at me. Then she was talking to me. "I noticed you have just been sitting there for some time. Are you through with that machine?" I made the mistake of looking directly into those emerald eyes. I felt like I was falling, and I wasn't sure where I was going. She spoke again, It sounded like a foreign language for a moment, but I forced myself to concentrate, and I made out the words. I must have looked like a complete idiot. Finally I said, "Oh sure, you can use the machine." She came over and I got up. Wow! she was tall. She must have been an inch or two taller than me, and I was 5'10.'' As we passed, I made the mistake of looking into those emerald pools once more. They led to a place some day I knew I must go. I didn't know where they would lead, but it was a journey I was compelled to make. I sat down at the machine she just came from. She was looking at me and smiling. I tried to bring the bar up to my chest. I strained with all my might and could barely move it. I looked over and could see an amused smile on her face. "It's on one of the highest settings. You'll probably have to lower it a little," she said. I was able to mutter, "Thanks," but still tried to lift the bar. Finally, I lowered the resistance several notches and was then able to lift the bar smoothly. Great! I thought to myself. If her looks and her body were strike one, and her height was strike two, then what just happened had to be strike three. I used the machine for a few minutes and then got up to leave. She was still smiling at me as I left. I knew I would be back, and I knew I had to approach her, but I didn't have the slightest idea how to accomplish that. The next day as I took a walk in a nearby park, all I could think of was her and those flashing green eyes. I sat at a bench and started to write a poem. ----------------------------------- I came to the fitness center every day for a week, but she was never there. I was beginning to think I would never see her again. Then just as I was considering giving up, there she was. It quickly came back to me why she had occupied so much of my thoughts the past week. She was simply breathtaking. During that time, I had conceived of a plan. It was probably a poor one, but someone in love really doesn't worry about such things. The first order of business was to find out her name. I tried not to stare as she worked out with the various equipment. It wasn't easy, but somehow I managed. I stayed on the other side of the room just sneaking a peak from time to time. Finally, she finished her workout and prepared to leave. As she got up to leave, she stared for a second in my direction, our eyes met, and then she was gone. Was she checking me out? I quickly changed and waited for her in the lobby. I was going to introduce myself. She came out of the locker wearing a red halter top and light green short shorts. Somehow the outfit looked good on her. Red and green were her colors. I followed her with my eyes as she moved with an athlete's grace. Before I remembered to say something she had blown right by me and out the door. It happened so fast I just stood there shaking my head. It was several moments before I decided to follow. She was already in a cute little red Camaro and was pulling out of her spot. I did catch her license plate number as she took off. It was one of those custom jobs. In bold lettering was the word RIPPED! As her Camaro left the lot and took off down the road, my mind was already thinking about plan B. The next day she wasn't there...it figured. I was leaving the building when I saw a red Camaro pull into the lot. Just my luck I thought. I wondered if I should go back in? I paused and remembered I was a mature college educated adult. There would be other days. I sat in my car for a second and watched her enter the building. Before I turned on the ignition key, my hard earned maturity disappeared. I reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a white envelope. I quickly scrawled two words on the front and pulled out a piece of paper from my wallet. The next thing I knew I was putting the envelope under one of her windshield wipers. As I walked back to my car, I remembered the words my father was fond of telling me. "Son, where women are concerned, men have no brains." For the first time, I saw the logic in my fathers words. Sammie finished her exercises quickly today. Her thoughts were elsewhere. She wasn't doing too well finding clients. Nobody had signed up at the bulletin board in over a month. She was hoping the cute out of shape guy would be at the club today, but he wasn't there. She was going to go up to him and introduce herself. He really looked like he needed a personal trainer, and he was kind of cute. She laughed to herself, I do like those big brown sad eyes of his. They make him look so vulnerable, and I think I see intelligence and honesty in them as well. He does have such a puppy dog look about him, it makes me want to go up to him and just hug him real hard. She thought for a second or two, and then laughed to herself, but I'd probably kill him. He does need some work. Maybe, I'm just the girl to take that rough clay and mold it into something. As she left the building, she noticed something on her windshield. Did I get a ticket? This is private property she thought. She walked up and took the envelope. She looked at it and in big letters it said green eyes. She opened it and found a poem inside. Was it addressed to her? She stood by her car and slowly started to read the poem. Green Eyes When I look into your green eyes, My mind unravels and my tongue ties. Those emerald pools from which you gaze, Make me lose my way as if in a maze. When I look into your green eyes, I know they bare no idle boasts no foolish lies. A better man I would have to be, To make time with you a reality. When I look into your green eyes, My sanity wavers and my reason dies, Could any man be so cold, To see you near, and not want you to have and to hold. When I look into your green eyes, My hopes soar and my heart flies, A kid again I wish to be, To run with you wild and free. When I look into your green eyes, My soul burns and my heart cries, To possess you many miles I would run, But your look has transfixed me, and possessed I have become. After reading the poem she just paused for a second and then she smiled. She knew it was for her. Sammie slowly looked around the parking lot. Nobody was there. So I have a secret admirer she thought. She thought about throwing it away, but instead she folded it and set it next to her in the passenger seat. She started the car, but before she took off she picked the paper up, and read the poem again....smiling the whole time. The next day I was about a half hour later than usual. I had a job interview and it went well. I just might be getting a job on the paper. I was willing to start at the bottom and work my way up. I was young and I felt I had all the time in the world. As I walked toward the building, I spotted her car. Invariably I found myself walking faster. I forced myself to slow down. Were men slaves to their hormones I wondered? Just then a thought occurred to me. She might be almost done and could be leaving soon. I found myself running up the steps. I tried to put out of my mind the question I had just asked myself. I dressed in record time and was rewarded with a vision in spandex as I entered the main salon. As I passed her, I thought she looked especially beautiful today. How could sweat look so sexy? Did she just smile at me? I wanted to go to a far corner of the room , but I found some irresistible force pulling me to the machine next to her.I had no strength to resist, and as I sat down and took a peak at her I could see she was still smiling at me. "Hi!" came out. It just flew out of my mouth. I tried to grab it, but it was already gone. Can you grab a word? To my utter astonishment she said, "Hi!" back, and gave me a great big smile. It was all over. I was lost in those green eyes. I don't know how long I stared. It probably was two or three lifetimes. If it wasn't for the pounding, I may not have got back my focus. Pounding? Then I realized it was my heart beating. I couldn't believe how fast it was racing. I heard some words. She was talking to me. It was that foreign language again. I concentrated. I refused to look like an idiot once again. " My name is Sammie Roberts. I was hoping you'd be here today. After your done with your workout, could we talk?" I stared for awhile. I'm not sure how long. She just kept smiling at me. I tried not to look into her eyes so I could think. I heard myself say, "Sure!" What a surprise. Then I reached over and offered her my hand. "I'm Tom Weston, glad to meet you." She took my hand and smiled. Her grip was strong. That didn't surprise me, her whole body was a symphony of muscles. Then a thought occurred to me. Did she know I wrote the poem? Oh..Ohh! Busted I thought. She didn't look mad, maybe I was OK. Then she got up and said, "I'm done, but if you like, I would be glad to help you with your machine. I've noticed you look like you could use some help.""Thanks," I said, "I just graduated college and wanted to start working out. Is it that obvious?" She laughed and replied, "Yes, college boy, I'm afraid it is." For the next half hour she helped me with two or three different machines. It was amazing the difference when you used the machine correctly, and I couldn't believe breathing properly could make such a difference. Sammie really knew her stuff. I was in heaven with her so near. It seemed like a minute not a half hour. From time to time I could see Sammie looking around staring at some of the guys. I wondered what she was thinking as I did my sets. Finally, I had enough and I stood up next to her. "There's something you wanted to talk about," I asked. "Yes, but do you mind if we shower first. It's been awhile since my workout." I had a better idea. "There's a coffee house just up the street. We could have a cup of coffee and talk." She thought a second and said, "I don't drink coffee." My world came crashing down. Then she said, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to have a decaf." From the depths to the heights in a matter of seconds. "Great!" I said, "See you in the lobby in a few minutes." I couldn't get my mind off Sammie. This was more than I could ever have hoped for. I showered in record time. At least I think I showered. I felt myself and I didn't seem wet. There was a towel nearby and it was wet. I was fairly certain I showered. I had my good clothes on, and I smelled my arm and I didn't stink. Yes, I was almost entirely certain I showered, but I put on some extra cologne just in case. The coffee house was crowded, but there was still a few empty tables. We talked for awhile and I told her about college, and my degree in journalism. I told her that I hoped to be a reporter someday, and I had an ambition to write. We even talked about our families, and found out that we were both from fairly big families. Sammie told me she was a secretary and personal trainer, but she wanted to be a full timer trainer, and that she wanted to train for some of the fitness competitions. I thought she would win them hands down, but of course I may have been prejudiced. Finally, she got around to asking me if I would want a personal trainer. How could I say no? We talked for a half hour and agreed on twice a week for an hour. That was really all I could afford. I was working for my dad part time in his store till I found my life's work. I thought I could work some overtime on the weekends to pay for the sessions. Our first session was this Thursday at eight. She wanted one of the private rooms on Thursday and could get it at half price. She had an arrangement with the club. The thought of a private workout room made my head spin. Just before we said our good-byes, I noticed there was something else she wanted to say. I had to ask. "Is there something else Sammie?" She hesitated for a minute and said, "I guess I can tell you. You weren't at the club yesterday?" She looked at me and I didn't answer. I knew immediately where this was going. "I have an admirer at the club. I don't know who it is. I found a poem on my windshield. I have to know who it's from." I looked at her and asked, "Are you mad?" She thought a second and said, "No, It's a good poem. I just want to know who it is that thinks I have great eyes. Maybe you can help me?" I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't. We had come so far today. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. She thought a second and said, "See if you notice anyone looking at me or maybe you might hear something in the locker room...OK?" I shook my head and said, "Sammie, every guy in the club looks at you all the time." She laughed. "We'll just keep a look out...Will you?" I nodded yes. How did I get myself in this mess? My dad was right. Men have no brains where women are concerned. I was going to have to tell her. Maybe, Thursday I could tell her when we were alone. -------------------------------- Thursday didn't come fast enough. I was going to tell her about the poem. She didn't seem angry and it would only get worse if I waited. I just hoped this didn't end our budding friendship. I was going to ask her if she wanted to go on a picnic as well. I just hoped I had the courage to get both things done. Thursday finally came. We met in the lobby and headed for the private room. Sammie looked stunning as usual. She really seemed happy to see me. Before we went into the room she told me about the poem again and she said she wanted to show it to me. She said all the girls at work loved it. I said, "You showed it at work?" "Uh..Huh! Some of the girls even wanted copies. So I typed it out and copied it for them." I looked at her and said, "You must really like it." She smiled and replied, "I like it, but the guy better come forward." I thought to myself, maybe it was better to just let this pass. Inside Sammie explained why she wanted the room today. She said, "I'm going to test your overall fitness so I know where to start with you." I looked at her with a puzzled look. "Your going to give me a test?" She laughed. "In a way, we're going to wrestle." I just stared at her for a second. "Wrestle?" She nodded giving me that big smile again. Then she motioned with her finger for me to come and get it. Get it is exactly what I got. She threw me all over the room for the next thirty minutes. She was too strong and too quick. A combination that was impossible for me to cope with. She put me in many holds none of which I could get out of. She would let me go and then get me in another hold. After ten minutes I was gasping for breath and she wasn't even breathing hard. For the last ten minutes she just toyed with me. I had nothing left and she just moved my body at will putting me in some very thrilling but embarrassing holds. She wasn't hurting me. She was laughing almost the whole time. I have to admit I was tired but loving it as well. Her body was just unbelievable. In the end I think it got a little more erotic than therapeutic, but heck I wasn't complaining. She even let me get her in some holds. I was so tired, she could get out of them at any time. Even the talk got sexy. She would say, Uhhhh! I think you got me big guy." Then she would easily prove I didn't have her. In the end, I was laughing and yelling, "Mercy...Mercy!" Finally, she sat on my shoulders and pinned me down. I couldn't move. She bent down and our eyes met. "Your in sorry shape college boy." I closed my eyes for a second so I wouldn't lose my train of thought. "I know champ. Why do you think I'm coming to the gym?" She laughed. "I think you need a big dose of Sammie. I'll whip you into shape in no time." I reopened my eyes. "Do you wrestle all your clients?" She grabbed my wrists and held them down and then put me in a grapevine. "No, just the ones with puppy dog eyes." I thought this was as good a time as any to ask her out. "Sammie, would you like to go out on a little picnic this weekend?" She really started to stretch my legs. I yelled out "Owww!" as she powered her hold. "Trying to bribe the teacher...puppy dog eyes?" She really had me. I was in some pain. "No green eyes, just trying to improve the teacher- pupil relationship." I knew I blew it as soon as I said it. She just stared down at me for a second. Her eyes flashing green fire at me. Then she really stretched my legs. "Is there something else you want to tell me....Poet?" I was in pain. She was really working the hold. "Yessss!" I moaned, and the pain let up slightly. Her eyes locked with mine again and I said, "Sammie, I wrote the poem." She just stared at me. I couldn't tell anything from her expression. I felt like she was looking through me. I wondered if I had blown my chance with her. "Why didn't you tell me?" she said angrily. At that moment, I knew only the whole truth gave me a chance. Those eyes were like laser beams boring into my soul. "I was leaving on Monday just as you were arriving. I did it on the spur of the moment. I wrote the poem a few days earlier. I have been in......." I chose my next words carefully. "In like with you for some time." "You let me share my secrets with you, and you weren't going to tell me." Then she really powered the hold. "I was going to tell you tonight. I should have told you on Tuesday. I was an idiot.....forgive me." She let up on the hold. I was wondering if I was going to be able to walk. Then she lowered her head to right above my face. Her mouth was just an inch or two above mine. She started to talk in a very low sexy voice. My head started to swim. "How do I know you wrote that poem? How do I know you didn't copy it from somewhere? Oh yes, we're going on that picnic on Saturday, but I want you to write me another poem. A sonnet this time. Write it about......" She thought for a few seconds deciding on the subject. "Write me a poem about my name. I want it on Saturday. If you don't have it. I'll dribble you like a basketball at the picnic, and you'll never see me again....if your lucky. Do you understand.......poet?" I nodded yes. The rest of the hour was very business like. She told me where to pick her up and at what time on Saturday. She told me how she was going to start my training program. She told me she would have my special diet instructions for the next training session after the picnic. She told me again what she was going to do with my body if I didn't have a very good poem on Saturday. In fact, she gave me so many orders I thought for a second we were already married. I think she liked me, but I wasn't quite sure. I wasn't sure if she considered this a date on Saturday or if she was looking forward to beating me up. I remember my dad once telling me that it was impossible to understand women. The best you could hope for was to be at peace with the fact that you would never understand them. I asked him at about what age that happened. He said he didn't know, no man had ever found that peace to the best of his knowledge. Saturday was coming way too fast! I had spent all morning on Friday trying to come up with a poem for Sammie. There were wads of crumpled up loose leaf paper all over my room. I was a good writer. I knew that, but poetry came out of moments of inspiration, and I wasn't feeling very inspired at the moment. I kept having these visions of her throwing my body all over the place on Saturday. For some strange reason, I was more worried about not ever seeing her again. I knew I loved her. I loved her from the first moment I saw her. I felt I had known her all my life. It was like I had loved her before in the fullness of time. When I saw her, for the first time, it was like nature was completing a circle. I decided to go for a walk and take a break. Maybe, if I got away from it for awhile, I would be more inspired later. I walked to a nearby park and sat down in a spot I often found myself coming too. It was a place at which I could think things through. It was my private place. In a way it was my secret place, I had yet to share with anyone. It was a small clearing at the bend of a little stream, and the clearing was dominated by one very large oak tree. It was a place I felt at peace with the world. I just sat there for a moment not concentrating on anything, and then I heard the sound of the stream and the rustle of the leaves and the chirping of a birds and the movement of the wind. It was all so very familiar. I listened carefully for a moment, and then I took out a piece of paper and began to write.-------------------------------- I picked Sammie up exactly on time. She had made us a picnic lunch. She let me decide on the location and for some reason I found myself taking her to that spot by the stream. It was a private little place and part of my universe. For some reason, I wanted to share it with her. I also knew that if I was going to get thrown around before she dumped me at least we would be alone. We ate the lunch under a bright blue cloudless sky. We talked about my training program and about many other things. It was really going well and if someone was nearby they could hear our laughter as we enjoyed each others company. For some reason she had yet to mention the poem. I wasn't about to bring it up. I was enjoying myself too much. Finally, we embraced and playfully wrestled as couples often do. I was about to hold her down and pin her so I could lay a kiss on her lips. Then all of a sudden I found my shoulders pinned to the ground. She had me in another grapevine, and she was looking down into my eyes "We're going to have to work on your upper body strength. I threw you around too easily on Thursday." I looked at her and replied, "I could have done a little better." She stretched my legs a little more and said in an exasperated tone of voice, "What? Are you telling me you didn't try. I was trying to figure out your strength level to set up the proper program. Are you telling me Thursday was a waste of time?" I looked into her eyes and replied, "Not exactly, I knew I wasn't going to win. I mean look at your muscles. It was just that I knew you weren't trying to hurt me and well, I was enjoying myself so..." Sammie interrupted, "Let me get this straight. You tried at first, but felt you were going to lose so you did not try as hard later because you were having a good time wrestling with me." I looked at her and said, "Exactly!" She started to stretch my legs as I heard her scream, "Ahhhhh! Men, I'll never understand them." She looked into my eyes again and then changed the subject. "Well Poet....Do you have the poem? If you don't, I can guarantee you won't enjoy our next wrestle.""I have it. It's in my pocket." She then positioned my arms above my head and held them down capturing my wrists in one of her hands. Her face was almost touching mine as she reached into my pocket with her free hand to get the paper. The nearness of her was wonderful. I think I was struggling as best I could, but I'm not completely sure. I guess I didn't understand myself very well either. She pulled out the paper and then released her hold. She sat down next to me and began to read. Written on the Wind I hear your name written on the wind, and all of nature sings it out to me. It's gently whispered into my ears, a familiar refrain. Whether it be the cooing of a dove or the swirling of the sea, my mind plays it over and over again like a symphony. From the gentle rustle of the leaves to the chirping of a bird, they all sweetly sing your praise.....Sammie!.....Sammie! Can there be so much meaning in a simple word? If only others can hear it as I have heard! The wind swirling my thoughts to our chance meeting, makes my mind rush forward. To a time where all problems are fleeting, and to a future that is far better. Where I am not content with a word, but rather we are together. I watched her read the poem. I felt like a student who was failing a course, and I was watching the teacher grade the final exam. I thought I could detect a slight smile on her face. Finally, she stopped reading the poem and looked up at the sky and listened for a moment or two....and smiled. Then she looked at the paper again and started to count. It took me a second to realize what she was doing. She was counting to make sure the sonnet had fourteen lines. Women! I thought, I'll never understand them. Finally, she put the paper down and looked at me. It was a very strange look. Then with a growl she pounced on me again. It reminded me of a cat attacking it's prey. Great! I had failed. She didn't like the poem. I was about to get obliterated. We rolled around for a second or two till I found myself in that familiar position again. I was being held in a grapevine. When I looked up at her completely helpless, I was surprised to see a big loving smile on her face. The smile took me by surprise. Maybe, I was going to get a last minute reprieve. Then she asked me a question that came out of nowhere. It was one of those questions that men think about for a second before answering, and everything looks quiet and peaceful. Then after we answered it all hell breaks loose. "Have you ever written a poem for any other girl?" I lied and said, "No! Of course not." There were times when you just had to lie. It was like an irrefutable law of nature, like the speed of light. A relationship couldn't exist any other way. Her face became soft and golden in the sunlight. She bent down and gave me a long lingering kiss. It was wonderful. "Poet," she said, can you really hear my name in the wind? I looked her in the eyes once again still trying to recover from her kiss. "Yes, I hear it now. Especially, in this place." She looked up for a second and I could see she was listening intently. Then she looked back into my eyes, her eyes were like a cool soft burning flame of green iridescence warming my whole being. I knew I would always love her. She smiled and started to take off her top. My heart skipped a beat or two as I looked up at her. Then she was speaking again. "Poet, did you think we would be making love today?" "No," I answered honestly. I was just hoping that you'd let me live, and maybe see you again." She let out a loud laugh as we both continued to take off our clothes. As our bodies embraced under the clear blue summer sky, I looked into her eyes once more. I felt something of myself lift out of my body, and follow the path I could see so clearly as I moved into those emerald eyes. I had to follow that path now. I still didn't know where it would lead me, but I had to go. As our minds touched and our bodies merged we became one. In that moment, all the universe became ours. In the background I could still hear the faint chirp of a bird and the gentle flow of the stream. Like a chorus they still sweetly sang her name out to me.....Sammie!.....Sammie! -------------------------------- As we walked to our place hand in hand by the river. I thought about the year Sammie and I had spent together. It was the most wonderful year of my life. I got that job on the paper and was already writing some stories for publication. Sammie had whipped my body into shape. Although, I still couldn't come close to beating her in our playful wrestles. I suspected she wasn't teaching me everything she knew. She always had some counter to everything I tried. When we argued, which wasn't often, I would end up out wrestled and pinned and that would somehow end the argument. I had not won one argument in the time I knew her. I asked my best friend once if he ever won his arguments with his fiancee. He sort of looked at me strangely and said, "You expect to win an argument? Never happen! Just live with it. I thought for a second and could see the wisdom in his words. My thoughts came back to today as we reached our special place. It was the most important day of my life. I was going to ask Sammie to marry me. I had the ring and the mandatory poem. After we ate by the bank of the stream, I grabbed her hand and placed the ring on her finger. She looked at me lovingly and then said, "What! no poem....poet?" I reached in my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to her. She shook her head no and handed it back. "You read it," she said. I put the paper away and asked her, "Do you feel how special this place is to us?" She nodded yes. Then I began to recite the poem. Golden Sunrise Together we walk in our special place, and there is no word.....me, we are truly joined. Can there be so much wrapped up in a simple word.....we? of this I am sure. There are no worries in this special place and few cares, you are one with nature.To share this with a loved one, to be in pairs, is like a small piece of heaven. Our secret place has the feel of a church, and that you must whisper there. As I ponder, I am not sure for what I search, maybe it's a feeling of immortality. But for all of nature's magnificent wonder, and the emotions it stirs within me. I have never experienced any greater wonder, than looking upon your face and seeing you smile. It is like staying awake all night, and viewing the dawn.....A Golden Sunrise! I would stay awake forever for such a sight, now I know truthfully what immortality really is. I finished the poem and she gave me a loving little look. In the next few seconds, I found myself wrestled to my back. She pinned my arms with her knees and then she started to take off her top. She looked down at me and said, "Think of me as your captain as we sail into love." I looked at her and replied, "I'm going on the love boat?" She laughed, and nodded yes. Then I was allowed to remove my clothes as she did the same. Once again, our bodies mingled in this our special place.I was bathed in a sea of desire and lust. She was my captain charting the course of our passion. Our love mingling on the wind swept waters of desire. Our bodies obeying their urges as wave after wave of rapture and excitement were transported into our brains. Our minds overloading as the storm of fulfillment peaked, and flooded into every part of our being. Then the tempest calmed. My captain had successfully navigated through the sea of passion and lust, and now we were drinking in the calmer waters of fulfillment and joy. I was hers completely as I wondered if a moment like this could last forever in the ocean of time. Finally, as we both rested feeling at peace with each other and the universe, I looked into those emerald eyes once more and said, "Stand by me as I know you can. I will love you as a woman......love me as a man." She said, "I will!" and then we embraced once again. As we kissed, I knew it was one of those moments where you could glimpse the divine scheme of things. I knew it was impossible to understand a woman's nature, and it was impossible for a woman to understand a man's nature, but it was OK. For Nature in her wisdom had built us that way. 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