My Sweet Virginia

When I realized who she was, I was lost for words.

Can this really be her? Is she the one for me?

I smoothly step to accept her rather inviting handshake, and quickly transform it into a warm embrace.

I whisper an introduction in her ear, and give her the smallest kiss on the nape of her neck.

She knew it was out of line as we had just met, but the spontaneity of it all exhilarated her.

We exchange numbers, make plans for later in the week, but her neck was throbbing and yearning for more.

Phone rings, I answer, and it's her, Sweet Virginia.

I know she's sweet, because her sweet and satisfying taste still lay harmoniously on my lips, as if it were meant to be there.

Before hello's were exchanged, she insisted that I see her now, and of course, I obliged as I had been hoping for this very call since I last left her.

Her place or mines, she asked....

I offered up my place, but again she insisted on hers. On my way...

30 minutes and a cab ride later, I walk into the threshold of her domain nearly blinded by the beauty of that which lay before me.

There she was, Sweet Virginia, hair pinned back, wearing the smoothest of silks, adorned in a fragrance that would make the "sweetest" man come back to reality.

A candlelit path led to a King Sized bed, where she lay, covered with Rose petals. The path making me envision what it would be like to walk beyond this life and up the stairway to heaven.

It was BEYOND me, what this woman saw in me during our brief introduction that would cause her to give me

the Royal Red Carpet Romance Treatment, besides my stunning good looks, but I digress.....

There she lay, a sight for sore eyes, as beautiful as the day is long and as sexy as the Atlantic is wide.

I couldn't stand another second absent from the embrace that has left me on Cloud 9 since we last met.

I make my way over to her and she stops me in my tracks.

She rose from the bed much like the sun comes up over the horizon, slowly but surely her true beauty becomes a realization.

Demure and timid in her approach as this is our first extended encounter.

Her nervousness fades away the closer she gets, as she realizes exactly what I was "packing" under my jacket.

I pull out a bottle of wine which we commence to drink, loosening both her timidness and mine.

The looser we got, the closer we got, and the closer we got, the more intimate the night became.

As we lay on the bed staring into each other’s through the mirror which is suspended 10 feet above us on the

ceiling, we wonder, aloud, how the two of us could be so fortunate to have met one another.

She explains to me a series of bad and broken relationships which never panned out.

I explain to her how I have yet to meet a woman who would take care of me as I take care of her.

But now I'm starting to think I'm on to something.

We lose eye contact for but a brief second as our eyes traverse from the mirror and lineup directly with one another's as I move in to taste Sweet Virginia, hopefully for just the second time of many more to come.

As our lips intertwine and become one, I feel a sensation move through her body, a sensation so strong that she involuntarily arches her lower back and grabs the back of my head.

Our bodies, much like our lips, become intermingled as one, so much so that I feel her heartbeat on my chest.

Not wanting this moment of ecstasy to ever end, I roll her over onto her stomach, and commence to give her the treatment which she had been denied up until the day her and I laid eyes on each other.

She motions me to the nightstand to retrieve some body oil which she has placed in a special warming device.

After putting on some soft music, I start from the nape of her neck and work my way down, making sure not to neglect any part of this beautiful woman with which I have been blessed.

I work with precision making sure that each body part is as happy as the last as I navigate my way around sweet Virginia.

As my tongue reaches her lips, a sudden jolt streaks through her body, her mid-section makes its way up

towards the mirror, while her back creates an arch that would rival the "Golden Ones."

I didn't realize how sweet Virginia was until I actually tasted her, a taste better than any Georgia Peach that I've ever sunk my teeth into.

As she dripped from my chin, I couldn't help but to lick my lips, and then hers again...

This continued until neither of us could take it anymore, as we both desired to be inside each other.

I slowly ease myself into that which is truly Sweet Virginia, and for the third time in less than a day, we become one.

Our breath and heartbeats are divinely synced, and we make love for hours on a bed of white and red rose petals at the base of a heavenly candlelit walkway.

The hours felt but like minutes as the ecstasy we achieved seemed to only be possible for the most "in-love" of lovers.

Somehow I knew her spots, and she most definitely knew mine.

Our mind, body and souls were so in sync that we climaxed at the same time.

And like a waterfall that leads into a vast open ocean, we lay there with endless possibilities, again staring at each other through the mirror suspended 10 feet above our heads, motionless, me and My Sweet Virginia.