? ENIGMA ?

By Harem
Date: 21 March 2001

? ENIGMA ?

Meeting him for the first time, filled with anticipation He was out on the balcony , when I pulled up. I could feel the magnetism of his eyes, at first glance. His hair was white, not what I expected. He had told me that he was part Indian and Italian. I guess life and age had turned it to snow. Handsome in a brutal sort of way, I could feel his intensity instantly Inner Strength matched evenly by the bulging muscles in his chest and arms. Like being in the presence of an untamed beast with beautiful lips With Stocky stature he moved gracefully around me Eyeing me carefully, when he thought I wasn't looking. I could tell he was pleased He took out an old bottle of wine, that he said he was saving for his destiny. Carefully opening the cork, which flew and hit the ceiling. We both laughed....... and sipped and smiled at each other. Waiting for the pizza to be delivered, we had so much to talk about. He did most of the talking...... I was fascinated with him, and what he said. Telling me about his wild past, and how he was ready to settle down now. Asked me, if I would mind him being a pest..... That he would like to see me every weekend if possible. I smiled and winked at him. Begging me to take my ad off the internet. I agreed. His face lit up like a christmas tree. Sharing his plans to buy a house .... Now that he had found the right woman to grow old with. Telling me that I was making him sweat.... he was so nervously excited. Candle light was everywhere, soft music, the mood was set. Giving me a tour of his apartment, showing me the clowns he collected Our initial attraction was over my poem about clowns, and his about masks. Showing me his bedroom, I noticed the sad masks on the wall. The clown collection with tears on each face. Assuring me that I was the one able to wipe the tears from behind his mask. Spending hours laughing and chatting. We never touched, never kissed, and sat at opposite ends of the couch. far away from each other..... So nervous, I was too cold to take off my coat. He kept asking me to take it off. Finally I did..... His eyes enlarged.... I blushed..... Whats in the bag...? he asked..... The dress you asked me to bring..... he said he loved a woman in a dress And I love wearing them.. With some persuasion, I went into the bathroom and changed into the dress. It was a long, clinging, flowing dress, in my favorite colors. Black background , splashed with dark brown Making me feel like a sleek dark tiger somehow. I felt his eyes devouring me, as I returned to the room Smelling his spicy cologne , evaporating from his heated perspiration His face was red with desire.. I pretended not to notice..... something I do rather well.... Ring Ring...... the pizza arrived...... giving me a chance to breathe.... After the pizza, and another hour or so of simple talk. He suddenly leaped across the couch, like a sleek cat capturing his prey. Lunging at me,... His pounce upon me was lethal I surrendered without a fight. Tense and Taut with power and volume, I was lost in his arms. Both oozing with chemistry and catalystic libido.. His embrace consumed me, mind , body, and soul. Passionately kissing me, in a way, that felt so familiar As if I had kissed him many times before. Or was it just that it felt like home. Perfectly suited to my lips and to my need. Composure set it, trying to keep things under control. Straightening myself, and applying lipstick to my quivering lips. Offering me a movie or perhaps a glimpse at his photo albums. I chose the latter. After returning from the powder room, Expecting to find his pictures on the couch. I was wrong. He had carefully placed the albums on his bed. Said that we would be more comfortable that way. Flopping on the bed, he quickly flopped next to me. Sweeping my flowing dress with his arm He pulled me to him with such speed and strength, taking my breath away With his other arm, tossing the albums off the bed, They feel to the floor. Grabbing the alarm clock . asking me what time I needed to get up for work in the morning The night was set..... Helpless in the grip of his vicelike embrace Feeling tiny and small in vulnerable closeness to him At his mercy......... succumbing to the beastlike predator Surrender was inevitable My heart was pounding, it felt so right..... so wonderful Suddenly I wanted to jump up and run away Torn between submission and fleeing. Part of me wanted to surrender,,, part wanted to run.... Greedily, he began to devour me Melting into the burning flow of his volcanic eruption The night dissipated into divine oblivion As I left in the mornings light , he told me to calling him on my break. Asked if I could come over again tonight, and also the next. With heated blush , and a nod of agreement, I rushed to the car. Calling him at lunch time..... I could hear a woman's voice in the background. In a rude tone, he told me that he had company and could not talk. He wanted to know,,,, why I called.... and what was it that I wanted ??? Feeling shocked and confused...... I quickly got off the phone.... A burning feeling rushing through my veins.... The day wore on.... and so did the weeks.... and the months..... I never heard from him again...... He never called...... He never wrote...... I should have listened to my inner alarm...... It was just too good..... ?????????

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