The day the world whispered his name, is the day he realized his unique power to please, to bring a woman to his knees
Like the call of the wild, was his voice as he controlled all muscles through an act of love making, pour unadulterated pain that thrilled each moment time an time again
Hurt was not in him, he pleased time, as it stood still, minutes gave out to the knowing of more, to the name he called out a remembered like she was only his last love
He made love with passion, with peace of mind, and understanding as I dictated his moves in the dairy that caused me to wince each letter I typed out
He moved me with thought, he played know games, each one knew him, knew his life, his behavior an they adored him all the while
I asked no questions
Said nothing
Only the thought to know him was this woman’s mind
I watched at times as he eased into play, his charismatic smile dazzled time after time, an it didn’t take much to smooth the body, and he did what he had to do. An it was good
I hungered to know to learn more
His eyes told stories, told who he was, an his days was like
The sun that rose and set for him
As night came so did more
He walked with long strives that made him him
I said his name an he didn’t respond I looked at him an he didn’t look back I asked one question an that was the word of pleasure
What made him tick, be
What was it that spoke out loud to every woman that passed him by?
They seem to read his life as a role in a play, he was diviner
A man but gentle and sweet like heavens whisper
He was cold in a way that didn’t make you shiver with chills, but to the touch as it boiled your blood, oh yes I rolled played him day after day. An it was this that kept me going, kept me alive, as I knew not him but the stores that came from the pages of his life, that only I knew the depth of
The threat of more caused tears of pain for a lay that will never be, he didn’t mix business with pleasure, an I was business
What ache he gave others, an ache for more of him, more of his smile, more of his touch, and more of the man that was not just for one woman to hold
His life was his own, an me I was just a hand shake, a note pad that kept his secrets to myself, help was what I called out to as his brief touch of my hand caused this woman to have comfort like know other
This mans cause was mine to successful over come, to just say yes Justin I will have that for you in a day
Yes that was his name, an I knew it well, knew it as I wrote down the life of a man that spoke tome with a gentleman’s smile
My revolution was this, a woman’s need to know, to fill with such need that it hurt, an only the healing would be him, as his touch, as I dictated him
This is a sentimental and epic story about a young man, injured in the Viewnam War, who returns to Dallas, Texas, in 1964, and begins rebuilding his life. Set against the rock and roll era of the early 1960’s, when casual sex and recreational drugs w
