Having basked in the
sun enough, it was inevitable that I either let my mind wonder, building and demolishing castles or listen in to the
conversation that my all about love neighbors were having. The latter was a better choice. The
former has always left me drained, a bit
disorientated and well with a feeling of
pity.
My friends talked about
everything and I also listened to everything including the body language and
body communication that was louder than their speech. I hope my honey moon will
be much more sensible, rather I would be much more sensible during mine. I told
you before that love is intoxicating, it leaves no room for reason or
rationality. My friends as I call them, had a overdose of that intoxicating
drug, love.
I love you and will
never stop loving you, said Steven. Anne smiling like a young teenage girl
looked at him and asked ,why do you love me or what do you love about me. I
love you because you are beautiful, I love the smell of your hair, I love your
tiny mouth and juicy lips, I love that you have a body to die for. I love that
you are bright and smart. I love the look in your face when you are angry, that
turns me on. I love that you are patient and kind, I love that you are at peace
being you, I love that we are able to talk even without uttering a word. I love
that you danced yourself silly at our wedding, I love that you are scared of
spiders and I will always have to kill them for you. I love that you are my
wife and no one can take you away from me……having heard enough of why he loves
her, I shut my ears to the rest and waited for little Anne to write him a love song in response.
As for the body
language, let us start with what Steven looked like and what he wore to the
beach. As is the norm, the beach is the one place where minimal clothing is
allowed. So he was in a pair of white and blue beach shorts, that served him as
a swimming costume as well. He had a defined six park, a clear indication that
he spent some good quality time at the gym. Do not get me wrong, Steven did not
look like one of those body builders who lift weights and flex their muscles
for a living. He had a bit of muscle, a fairly hairy chest, cleanly waxed
armpits a wedding band on his left hand finger, He had his hair in a neat cut.
His nails were visibly manicured and pedicured. The man clearly takes care of
himself, as that was not enough proof, he was very particular about how his
lady applied sunscreen on him. He was keen to ensure that every inch of his
skin was covered in sun screen.
Baby I love you because
you are strong, yummy to look at, confident, smart and intelligent. You also
always know what to say where and how to say it. I like it that you think and
know I am hot. I love you because you gathered the courage and took your time
to chase me for a record one year. I love you because you have strong family
values, I love that I can share my thoughts with you without any fears. I love
that you have faith in me. I love that you are a pillar I can lean on and I am
sure not to fall. I love that when you
kiss me, I always want to live in that moment forever ,that when you run your
fingers through my hair, I get goose bumps, that when you stare at me, I get shy and loose my balance. I love you
for who you truly are Steven….said Anne.
They exchanged niceties
as their bodies said the words too. Steven would from time to time run his
fingers through Anne’s hair, she would allow his hand to drop to her back. She
would kiss the back of hs neck, bite his ears a whisper into his ears. I
speared myself the torture by choosing not to listen in on the whispers, I can
only imagine what they were telling each other. Having heard enough and enough
of the sun, I packed my stuff and left bidding them bye in a hushed tone,
ensuring I did not kill their moment.
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