Proverbial Woman, Chapter 2, Part 1

As if to be stirring every breath in and out of suspended animation, slowly he proceeded down toward my nurturing zone. Feeling totally engulfed within this disarming pursuit of seduction, I slowly descended into a backward fall as my head came to rest atop of the sofa.

Toiling with my total sense of sensual being. With every movement, every swaying motion of his hand, he continued unleashing pleasurable feelings upon my body that left me feeling ever so tempted.

Carefully gliding downward as he slid between my breasts while gently brushing its timid pedals against the suppleness of their inner form. Then gradually making his way down my flustered posture into the now depressed section of my abdomen, slowly he commenced to softly moving about in a closing circular motion.
Adopting a rhythmic rotation conducive to my every breath, he gradually closed in on my navel. At this point I losing all sense of bearing, including those poised breathes of anxiety that were slowly dissipating amidst tingling sensations that burst beneath my tempered surface.

Then, in what appeared to be a perfected execution of experience. In a nearly undetected manner he swiftly turned down its crown and hovered it just above the sloping surface of my navel. Appearing just a few centimeters away from my skin, he proceeded to twirl it where I could feel the soft breeze it generated. It felt like winds from heaven dancing upon my skin.

Nearly offering up a part of myself, in that subtle breath of moment he had tenderly reached deeper inside of me than anyone has ever been. I could have sworn he’d discovered a part of me I never knew existed. I wanted so badly to say something, but it suddenly occurred to me that he might hear the trembling resonating in my voice.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” he murmured. “Now how did that make you feel?” he asked, peering into my eyes, as I glanced away to regain focus.

“You don’t want to know,” I answered, as I took a sip of my drink.
“Okay. Fair enough. But do you mind if I take a crack at it. And perhaps share with you my reasons for performing this technique?”

“Please. Go ahead…indulge me.” I answered.

“Okay. This rose…This symbol of love, something that represents many things to many people. Often times inspiring poets and the affectionate at heart. Altering many lives, those who has given and received in traditions of its symbolic gestures.

Often representing a physical expression of words felt in many hearts. Mostly presented during sacred moments of life, those that many rejoice in being a part of. But mostly for me, to smell its fragrance, and feel the softness of its touch, is to be reminded of the gentleness and scent of a woman.

Its soft and beautiful form represents everything that epitomizes the beauty of women like your self. It represents virtue. A state of reverence, something treasured in spirit and in life. In times of life’s affirmation it is above all things what is cherished with the utmost of consideration. It is protected by the hands of kindness, and attended with the warmth of gentle affection.

As I took you through this experience I watched the changing of your expressions according to the variance of its touch, as it swept across your body. Though you were well aware of what I held in my hand, what you spiritually felt was the awakening of your senses. That I sensed in the responsiveness of your movement. You were envisioning the seduction of it all.

Its amazing the sensual pleasures you women are capable of feeling from the simplest things. There are more times than I dare to remember when we men have lost out on the benefits of love by believing affection has no volume among unspoken words. At the end of the day it truly is more than just about cards and flowers and those three little words they represent.

You women really are capable of sensing those inaudible thoughts that we men keep inside our heads. Crazy as it seems, when we are searching out our hearts for those unanswered questions, we tend to approach it from a logic point of view. But being that love is irrational and undefined in its course, it’s easier for us to simply ignore our emotions than to struggle with the unknown.

But then again, if there is even a glimmer of understanding achieved and acted upon. The results ultimately becomes of what that man expresses through his perception of affection. Given that basis from which he expresses his feelings, I’ve heard women say in so many words, ‘it is at that perfect moment his touch could cause variations of tremors all over their body.’

As creatures of emotions we are born with a desire to feel loved. Though unfortunately, being that we’ve become a world of generations that negate the benefits of chivalry and the act of intimacy itself, we’ve lost our way by giving our attention over to things that appear to have minimal effect on lasting marriages and relationships.

And sadly enough, it is you women who will suffer the greatest. And I mean that in more ways than I can begin to explain. Though just the same, the demand for my work will never fall out of season. I could easily devote the rest of my life to just immersing myself inside the mystery of your kind.”

‘I’m sure that would be a pleasure to us all.’ I thought to myself, as he momentarily withdrew into silence.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I sometimes tend to get sidetracked. We need to get back on course here.” He added in a quickening tone, toiling with my mind as I gazed upon him. “Now…getting back to the rose,” he subtly injected. “As I walked you through this experience your responsiveness revealed to me a heighten sense of awareness.

Under the pervasiveness of your subtle shifting, your movement revealed a contrasting look at the woman inside. I want to say you remind me of someone who has well-guarded longings, but fear the unknown, or the idea of not knowing what will transpire from giving up that part of yourself.

You can’t experience total pleasure until you expose yourself to the potential pain of unbridled emotions. I know your life and the world have conditioned you to refrain from yielding so easily. But sometimes what you fear the most could very well be the proverbial gate to your personal salvation. No pun intended, of course.
To me the most gratifying thing in the world is to have a woman quiver from a touch initiated by me. Her responsiveness lets me know what I’m doing is of pleasurable influence. When it happens it is like she is transcending through something spiritual, and yet totally disarming. While at the same time, amplifying the tenderness of her being.”

“I agree.