Charlotte

 

Charlotte

Written November 15, 2007

Charlotte communicates her youth in a number of ways, especially with her beautiful creamy skin shouting her fertility.

Her skin is unusually soft. One wants to touch her and touch her. When one catches a glimpse of her hands, so young, so tender, so creamy, and so soft,  one dreams of holding those hands, and just basking in her glow.

She does have tatoos, on one shoulder in particular. Why do young women do that?  Most of her body is young, creamy, soft skin.

She showed up wearing a top that revealed nice, young cleavage and that beautiful skin.

Her eyes are so sexy and her lips are pouting.

She graduated with a philosophy degree from a Chicago school, and seems so bright.  Intelligence seems to allow an intense connection.  She is definitely intense.

She is a new flower, opening up to the world, wandering about, questioning, and learning.  She is thirsty for knowledge and understanding.

She lives in Minnesota, and plans to return to Chicago frequently.  I quickly developed affection for her, and she did reply that we are on our way to becoming friends.  We had a nice phone conversation today.

Before she exited the car, I was allowed to kiss that tender, young hand, and it was wonderful.

A Closeness

 “Feel Danielle Castle” fromwww.tituspowell.com

Written November 17, 2007

Her eyes are closed,
and her face is so gorgeous.
Huge, young, sexy eyes open,
meeting my gaze.

I look at her
and look at her,
our lips together,
my arms around her,
feeling her softness
and my joy in her womanhood.

The closeness of that moment
and the intensity of that kiss
forge a magical bond.
Any faults she may have
are nothing.

This is the moment for which
we were placed on this Earth.
This is the intensity
that makes a man want
to take care of her forever
and ever.
This is the bonding
that makes me want
to protect her from any hurts
till the day I die.

She rolls on her side,
her back to my chest,
her tight tush pressing against me,
my face buried in her hair,
naturally red
with the reddish red color in streaks
that only a youngster
can get away with.

I tell her that
I want to smother her in kisses.
She laughs a soft laugh
and says I already am.

Her hands are so beautiful
and young and soft.
She is ever so gentle
in her touch,
then presses with a firmness
that reveals passion.
I love her hands
and I love her whole body.

As I tense and
become less sensitive to touch,
I feel the intensity of her mouth
and the softness of her lips,
kissing,
kissing,
and kissing.

She stands,
and her long, toned legs
flow into her
slender tush.
A creamy softness is
everywhere one looks.
One cannot help but to
touch and touch and touch.

She asks:
“Mike, do I need to lose weight?”
Now it’s my turn to laugh,
as I assure her she
is the most beautiful being
on this planet,
and I hope she never changes.

She smiles,
and I do love her.
I want this moment
to  never end.