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Anomalies of the heart...

Iím waiting to be captivated by his eyes, and that smile that slides upon his face as we sit across from one another and when he said...    
 
ďhow do you think the people feel when you say such things...Ē † †
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I felt a pain radiating in my chest, and playfully, he shouldíve just punished my arse in ways that enable us to both savour the moment whilst I get lost inhaling the fragrance of a man whoís intelligence isnít lost on me, not to mention his kind & gentle ways. †  
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However, beneath the surface when you strip away the gentle in a gentleman, his primal urge & hunger remains the same and whilst he interrogates me methodically against the work plan; visions of him unzipping his trousers to reveal such tender flesh in front of my face keeps me distracted. †  
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Heís a fan of natures brew, and when she realised there was a connection from the look on my face, she said... † †
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ďOh. Heís a very handsome man, do you know him ? † †
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And I said... ďNo, not in the way Iíd like toĒ but she insisted I recall him for the coffee she denied him by saying she was closed, and his response was very telling. † †
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Thereíll be no wild love affair, or watching the expression on his gorgeous baby face when his streaming hot & sticky jizz coats my lips as itíll be a sombre goodbye when he leaves, and a slight pain in my heart from the offence of speaking a truth many donít want to hear as its too confronting.  
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The gold letters embossed upon the card says it all, knowing Iíve nothing bad to say about this one; however, he took things personally and my heart remains under arrest as I ponder the loss of whats on the horizon. †  
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The latter half of February will be a moment of grief as I temper the absence of grace within such a beautiful man, and the loss that comes with the ending of ones tenure, and Iím grateful to have met such a lovely well balanced man.  

His babyface, and the shades of salt & pepper scattered upon his head are missed already, even as he holds me to ransom over the rubbish thatís beyond my control. †

Even if our paths shall never cross again, heíll always be remembered, and Iím weeks away from resignation as I journey back to the east coast for a short vacation to earth myself in the ocean, knowing Iíll miss the radiant shades of ochre hues, the summer rain and long sunny days.
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