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TRUE LOVE

By


Dwight Williamson

 


Copyright 1999

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    Jonathan sat, quietly smiling, as his loved one slept.  She was so
beautiful.  So perfect.  Even more so when she was asleep.  He could sit for
hours and just watch her.  The way her hair hang loosely across her face,
hiding one closed eye.  Those closed lids hid a brown so deep and sensuous,
that one could easily lose his soul in those depths.  Her lips were hidden
also but he knew those full and inviting lips oh, so, well.  He remembered
the sweetness and the enticing warmth of the breath that flowed from those
lips.  He remembered the taste of those lips and felt his love for her stir
again.  He let his eyes flow over her nude and perfect body.  Every line,
crease and shadow looked like a well thought out stroke of an artist's brush.
 It was a crime to hide such beauty beneath clothes.  There wasn't a material
made that deserved to touch that flesh.  She should be forever naked so that her true
beauty could be constantly enjoyed.  God should let her float just above
everything around her so that her delicate skin would never have to feel
anything against it, other than Johnathan.  Her long, entwined legs tried to
hide the secret and special place between them.  Her trimmed hair peeked
from between her thighs like an oasis in the desert.


    Touching her while she was at rest was out of the question.  If he
touched her, that touch may disturb the calm that radiated from her at this
moment.  He had no desire to disrupt the beauty that lay before him.  He knew
that if he disturbed her, she would fight.  Fighting was not what he wanted
to do.  He wanted to love her.  She just didn't understand that his love for
her was true and endless.  No matter how hard he tried, they never seemed
to understand or believe that no one could love them like Johnathan. 


    He had made the mistake of awakening her earlier that day.  He had
thought that she understood.  That she had begun to realize what being loved
by him could mean to her.  So much so that he even removed the duct tape from
her wrist so that she could return the caresses that would envelope her.  She
thanked him by slashing his cheek with the multicolored nails that adorned
her beautiful hands.  Such a wonderful pain those nails inflicted.  The
deeper she dug into his flesh, the more he realized that she did love him. 
He would keep those nails as a souvenir of that moment between them.  Sadly
though, he had to put her back to sleep.  She seemed unwilling to accept the
fact that she loved Johnathan as much as he loved her.  He only
hoped that he hadn't struck her too hard.  He had made
that mistake once before and had, regrettably, scattered the brains of his
once true love across the floor.  This one was still breathing and seemed to
be breathing normally.  He wondered what it would take to make her admit how
much she loved him.


    A noise from the street below caught his attention.  He hadn't noticed
that dawn had slipped into the room.  He was so entranced by the beauty bound
on the floor before him, that a great deal of time had passed.  He walked
over to the window of his loft and looked out at the street.  The morning
people  were starting to stir.  So much ugliness in this world.  So many ugly people with
their ugly attitudes.  His loft was a little bit of heaven in the middle of
this hell.


    The morning  smells from the Horschack Bakery wafted into the room.  He
enjoyed this time of day most of all.  The fresh smell of breads, cakes and
other sweet things would temporarily drown out the odors left by the
deceitful ones who's evil pieces scattered the floor.  Those who offered
their love, flaunted their love and then tried to deny their love. 


    He had a clear look at the front of the bakery.  He was just thinking
that it was time to wake his true love when the door to the bakery swung open
and out stepped a vision.  She was beautiful.  Such beauty he had never seen.
 She was style in motion.  He could feel the passion within this woman
reaching out to him.  He loved her.  He had to show her just how much he
loved her.  


    The Goddess of love turned her wanting face toward the sun.  Letting it's
warmth fondle her beauty.  She gracefully began to walk down the filthy
street.  Johnathan felt her call out to him and he knew that she was the one.
 His one true love that he had searched for, for so long.  He hurried out his
door and leapt down the steps to the street.  His beauty was just turning the
corner.  He would let her lead him for now.  Once she showed him how to find
her.  How to reach her heart and her very soul. He would return home and
silence that evil bitch who lay waiting in his private heaven.  She had no
right to be there.  She was just as deceitful as the others had been.  He
would end her deceit as he had done more than fourteen times before.  Then he
would go to his one true love.

                                                The End
                                              

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