A body so lovely, but it was more than her curves. Her face was captivating, hushing my sweet words. More than her beautiful skin and perfect smile, it was her eyes. Eyes that shined like stars in a night sky, bringing a sole adjective to mind.
The first time we spoke, I didn’t know how to approach her. I was nervous and the words just slipped my mind. Every line I had learned burned at the tip of my tongue, only to become ashes because of my attraction. Then came something peculiar. Even though I approached her, she spoke first. My bravado returned with her playful word.
A smile and a reply. I had to let her know who I was. Not just the man, I even told her the myth. It wasn’t my birthday, but she felt like a gift. We didn’t do it on the first date, we waited a bit…
But when we finally expressed ourselves physically? It went down really crazy like we were trying to have a baby. All night, we performed, she was my Leading Lady. I touched Heaven, making love to an Angel. Every possible angle…So good, I almost swore to God.
I had one hell of a swagger, but she humbled me. She wore out the King, she clearly won first round. She became The Queen…She was wearing the crown. More than I expected, the best even. Not just the sex, she’s the best. No wonder she was someone I could never forget.
Just the sound of her name makes me think of when we met. Of when I thought she was an Angel because she showed me Heaven in bed.
“What,” I Replied that very first time.
“I’m Santa Maria…Kidding. Just Marie. But I Might Call You Daddy If You’re Nasty.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. I knew then she was the type of woman most men prayed for.