A Biker's Testimonial (3 page)

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.

 
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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.