she'd walk past him several times a day... never sayin a word. just a quick glance and a half cut smile said it all. she was interested and dug what she saw. she may have wanted to know more but she was one of these "in demand" chicks that hardly ever made the first move. too cute, too special and too fine not to be chased. only problem was that the boys unafraid to do the chasin... had no clue how to handle her once she stopped runnin. sure they dug her face but that body was too bangin to focus on anything above her neck and if they ever managed to get any further than "psst" or the fake gentleman act, they'd fall all over themselves trying to maintain a spectrum of masks to keep her interested. the fear of losing her before the deal was sealed engendered these acts of desperation and fakery. too nice, too dismissive... always playin a game. exhausting as hell but she had to "get got." just to be able to say... "look what i could do" and after the load was blown... they'd leave her wonderin what she did wrong... and all alone.
this cat she was interested in was not the same. it wasn't that he was better... he was just different. he knew that no matter how fine she was or how bangin her body... she was a human being. heart to heart is what he wanted. knowing that if he went this route first, everything else would be so much sweeter. no masks, no games and no agendas. if she didn't like the real him, he'd just move on knowing he saved himself a lot of pain and energy and she'd know he respected her enough not to be wastin her time. yeah... it was easy. one human talkin to another. no flash, no need to impress... authenticity was the only thing on the menu... and that threw her for a loop. she was so used to reacting to the textbook, now it was her that had no clue how to handle HIM.
on the first night of intimacy, she was taken aback by how he just lay beside her naked body with eyes closed, as his hand slid across her form. where most men looked to dig in, he knew to chew slow and digest everything right. she had no idea that he was taking in, by feel alone, what he sincerely considered to be Gods greatest artistic creation. how every bump, curve, and dimple was there for a reason, and it was his way to want to not just possess it in the moment... but to understand it as well. to then culminate in accessing her erogenous zones so that he can see what she looked like in ecstasy for himself. something that brought him immense pleasure. to him, this was a form of inspiring creation. imagine the beauty of inspiring the wind to blow or moving a glorious mountain to quake. to see the beauty of it meant that he was a part of the whole, fulfilling his role in the cycle of beauty's design. seemingly far-fetched or too good to be true, she couldn't accept that explanation and just considered it a kink she was more than happy to live with. he didn't care that she didn't believe his reasons but knew that this was a sign of someone that had been lied to so many times, that anything outside of the ordinary, good or bad... would understandably be considered a red flag. he also knew this meant that he'd either have to continuously re-assure her or accept an eventual end. a pre-emptive end that would come from her thinking that he would be leaving anyway.
in the end, it was as he imagined, but he rode the love the whole way through. it eventually evolved into something else as most things do, and to say they both learned about each other and themselves in the process is an understatement. yet in all this, he feels what satisfies him the most was a conversation they had. she said that after a while, she came to understand and accept that he never ran a game on her. that he was actually all he said he was, oddball and all... and that she was grateful for that. as far as what anyone would consider a moment of perfect closure... he got what he wanted.
~moses apollo
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