Enigma 1

By Finn (a.k.a. J.S. Connolly)

Just like a gentle rain on warm summers' night her
presence surrounds and comforts my fevered soul.
Long slender fingers tenderly brush the drops from
my cheeks and deep blue eyes gaze warmly into my
own. Such an enigma she is I think as she draws me
into her arms and caresses my back and shoulders,
while I find my home in the nook of her soft, sweet
neck and sigh contentedly. Never does it cease to
amaze me how she can to be so loving and nurturing
in one instant only to have me on my knees in the
next. This is the duality of which I speak. Endless are
her long sleek legs and full pink lips that can wear
the most tantalizing of grins never cease to taunt and
tease me to distraction. Sometimes it is almost
unfathomable to me how just one look can make burn
with the need to have those legs wrapped around me,
and those lips whispering deliciously naughty words
into my ear. I chuckle lightly into her warm neck and
hearing she lowers her eyes which look at me with
curiosity to which I just smile sheepishly, shrug and
give her a soft kiss as we begin to walk while she
laughs softly. She truly is an enigma as she constantly
enlightens and surprises me. Many might associate the
word with confusion, but knowing her I wouldn't be
one of them, for she truly makes it a wonderful thing.





The end? Me thinketh not.