CHAPTER 2 - FIRE

WHAT CAN I SAY!

I would look inside him through those incredible blue eyes...
POOLS, FILLED WITH
promise, excitement, knowledge, mystery and intrigue.
DANGER,
and the future.

MY FUTURE

and he made my heart sing...

and I would feel my knees turn to mush.

My legs would begin to tremble.

My heart would begin to tumble

MY TUMMY WOULD BEGIN TO GRUMBLE

HUNGRY YOU KNOW

For this Angel. 

MY Angel.

He could make me fiery hot with just a look or a touch or 

a gentle teasing lick to my neck or ear or...

and winter would become summer and it would be
HOT
inside and out...

ME!

AT TIMES LIKE THESE, I WAS INCENDIARY.
Hell, I was a GRENADE just ITCHING
for him to pull
my pin.

and everybody knows what happens THEN.

I never did know how he did that but do that he did,
and from the first day we met.

He was my Wok and I was the veggies.

He was a chautebriand on two slender and
incredibly toned strong legs...
which when wrapped around me
could easily crush me like a bug,
skinny twit I be.

I always feared that like a car engine
I would overheat and therein lay trouble ahead,

But he kept me JUST SHORT of that. Not by much though.

But I could always feel the steam rising and so effortlessly too.

We meshed so well, merged, jelled,
as if we had been meant to be twins.

Those eyes. GOD those eyes...

that cutesie shaggy hair so blonde it almost hurt to look at it,

and the sun (his father I always thought)
would bounce its beams off it

as if it was playing with it,
teasing...

washing and styling it...

vexing, tormenting, raising and kneading it
until it was PERFECT.

I loved to run my fingers through it.

Sometimes we might be driving or at the movies
or on the couch watching TV

and I would reach over and just touch it.
Almost unaware I was doing it at times.

Other times I was only too well aware...
not being able to keep myself from touching.

I LOVED to touch him.

His skin could EXCITE ME
BEYOND WORDS TO DESCRIBE IT
but BOY could I FEEL it...and in ways
I am embarrassed to talk about but...

WHY?

I don't know. Never did know.

It was just the way it was.

I never questioned it.

Never really thought about it

It was just the way it was..
and IT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

HE was beautiful, he truly was...

and he NEVER FAILED to take my breath away...

NEVER and never with seemingly ANY effort.

Just a look or

that IMPISH little grin he would get or a touch.

OH those touches...drove me WILD.

and he NEVER had to try.
It was both automatic and instinctive.

His face was NO QUESTION ABOUT IT,
the face of an Angel.

and who knows, maybe he really was...

sent to look after me. Take care of me

and THAT HE DID...oh yes he did.

HE WAS ARMED WITH EVERYTHING HE NEEDED
TO LOVE ME, KEEP ME SAFE, AND HAPPY!
O GOD WAS I HAPPY!

THIS STUFF CAME STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN'S HAPPY PLACE...
NO WAL-MART BARGAIN BASEMENT DOLLAR STORE CRAP
FOR THIS KID
NOPE.

CLASS A (MAKES NEIMAN MARCUS LOOK LIKE K-MART)
DYNAMITE GRADE A # 1 GOOD STUFF.

Cause he musta thought I deserved it. Okay, works for me. Hah.

That lithe body of his with the washboard abs
(you could bounce dimes off his stomach,
but hey. Why waste dimes when I am just as good).

GOD his body was the stuff Olympians can only
DREAM about
AND WE FUCKING FIT,
like hand in glove
and his big grin at those times told me
everything I needed to know about
how good it was and how perfect it felt to BE
fit together...(BLUSH)
he and I,
and I just hope I gave it right back,
that grinny.

OH GOD YES.

HIS SCENT...
have I mentioned how OMG drooling
into my Gucci's
the essence of his fragrance was?

NOT COLOGNE, this was him and it drove me bonkers.
 I would thrust my face into his neck
and just about DIE with how good he smelled.

AND, when you got a dude whose smell you love
and would kill for even under his armpits?
THAT, boys and girls, IS A KEEPER.

HE WAS...

TANNED to a golden fried chicken honey coated color,

and that too MADE ME CRAZY with the white-blonde hair

and the teeth that any self-respecting shark would KILL for.

AND TRUST ME.

THAT DUDE COULD PLAY ME
LIKE A STRADIVARIUS AND
HE FUCKING DID, OH YES HE DID.

Many a night we played our music, if you know what I mean,
until long after lesser Gods would have been spent
and sleeping.
NOT HE...
and to my credit not me either.
Course, he was the one doing all the uh...
fiddling around...lol.

He played me so fine,
like fine wine after a good meal...
but only in a good way.

He was completely without malice or malcontent.

I have never before or since met anyone
so
COMPLETELY DEVOID
of guile. NONE...
and I would have seen it or at least sensed it
if any had been there,
but no. NONE.

SOUNDS PERFECT, HUH.

WELL, for me? CLOSE ENOUGH.

Anything more would have been too much
and anything less

would have been WOEFULLY insufficient to
make me feel as loved

or be as crazy as I was because of him.

OH YEH. By the way,

His name...was Jake..

and believe me.

HE WAS THAT ALL RIGHT.

HE WAS DEFINITELY ALL  AOK JAKE TO ME.

Jake? He could move me in ways NOBODY else could,
maybe even I couldn't.

I looked up to him (which was easy to do, lol.
I am 6'1" and he was 6'2 1/2").

It felt like the most natural thing in the world,
cause for me it was.

In essence, WE JUST FIT.

PERFECTLY...

and then...

But how did it all start?

IT STARTED IN THE BEGINNING...

and since you asked, here goes...