She fits in my arms more perfectly than any woman ever has.
My hand wrapped around hers, walking side by side through the park.
Her perfume mingles with the June flowers.
I am drunk with love.
It is a perfect fit.

Her voice is like music to my soul.
She laughs, an impish smile on her face and I want to kiss her.
I could happily drown in her eyes.

All soft, with womanly curves.
Long legs.
Beautiful, 100% natural breasts.
All woman.
A real woman.
A perfect fit.

If only she thought so too.

Hope you enjoy this tune by Aerosmith. Each time I hear it takes me back to a SIZZLIN' HOT Saturday night with an even hotter lady! Listening to this, MAN ALIVE...! I can almost taste her kiss and feel her legs on my shoulders!

You can tell a lot from a woman's kiss. Getting that first kiss from her was like trying to get butter from a bull! She was nervous. Really nervous.
We had talked about this day for a long time. I had dreamed about kissing her since the first day we met and now that the day was finally here, her nerves were taking over. Even though we were in a public park on a warm early fall afternoon.
Must have walked around about a dozen or so times.Finally I talked her into sitting on a bench. We sat facing one another and I put my hands on her knees and she just about jumped out of her skin.Each time I would lean in to kiss her, she turned away. This went on for a good 10 minutes or more. I had made the mistake prior to this of telling her the first kiss was like a test.
Little Miss Thing, is a perfectionist and so worried about doing well on my "test".
As it turns out, she had no reason to fret. I guess she finally saw how silly the whole thing was and she just went for it. Before I knew what had happened her lips were on mine. I saw fireworks and not only stars but the moon and sun too! She left me panting like a junk yard dog!
I think about that kiss alot. There were many kisses after that over the years and all were spectacular. But that first one always sticks out in my mind. In no time at all she went from acting like a silly, school girl, into a full grown,beautiful, sexy,and desirable woman.
There was something so sweet and tender about the whole day. After a kissing session there on the bench that lasted about 30 mintues, I decided it was time for another stroll around the park before things got too out of hand.
I held her hand and led her to a somewhat secluded part of the park, pushed her up against a tree. I had to feel her body against mine and it was divine. I had never felt like this before and never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. That was the first time I ever experienced such total and complete desire and need for a woman. And the last.
I knew prior to this that I was falling in love with her, even though we had never kissed, or even touched. On that day, I did fall in love with her and I've never fell out.

What promised to be a dull Wednesday evening-wasn't. No sooner had I walked in the door than ex-wife number 2 is on the phone. I guess that it is another round of questions concerning who got what or where did this or that go. My standard answer is-How the hell should I know. I don't even know where half of my shit is!!!!

She wanted to have a heart to heart talk. Trouble is, the bitch don't have one, so there goes that idea right out the window. I can not answer the phone, like I did last week, only to have her turn up on my doorstep, or I can go ahead and do my time on the phone with her now. I decided now was best.

It is a done deal. The marriage that never should have been is over, so why am I still having to deal with her?

Here we go on round 999 picking apart everything that went wrong and all the mistakes that were made. I admit, most of them were mine, starting with "Will you marry me?" and ending with calling out the wrong name in bed one night. About now you are thinking that I am a prick,and I can't say that I would blame you.

I guess she is still bitter and needed to vent. I owe her that much. While visiting first one blog and then the other, several things occured to me. My life is totally in the shitter. I have messed things up in a major way. Why am I sitting here twiddling my thumbs and not going after who/what I want? I can offer her everything that he can't. So what is the problem? Oh yeah, she loves him and not me. That is a damn hard pill to swallow!

As I pointed out in the last post, I can just sit here and wait for the next time he tires of her or I can go for it. It tears me up inside the way he jerks her around! But what can you do if the party involved allows it? Guess I'm through now. Early day on Thursday and if I turn in now, I'll get 2 whole hours of sleep!

More and more I have been thinking about her. Especially at night when I am alone here with my thoughts.

She needed a friend and I tried to be that. Truth is, I wanted more. Rather than push, I waited for the right time to show my cards. It had to be over this time. Just HAD to be. But it wasn't.

She was hurt and broken in a thousand pieces. I hated to see her like that and would have done anything to take away the pain she felt inside.

On the other hand, I saw the door open for me. But I waited too long and finally, when I felt the time was right, once again, he was back in the picture.

I didn't put up a fight. Just watched her go.

So I guess I am back to waiting. For the next time he dumps her or hurts her.