I couldn't believe it.She was the most beautiful vision I had ever laid my eyes upon.I admit that, at 51, I had neither seen nor, for that matter,had such perfection.In fact,she was my first,and just that: mine.I knew then that no other could fulfill the profuse passion I felt for her at that moment.
Man, if you could've seen her or touched her the way I knew she wanted it, you too would remember her till the Lord called on you himself.
Her body was flawless. Every curve, every intimate detail was beyond utterance or vivid description. Just the thought of running my fingers over her well-endowed figure made me shiver almost orgasmically. I had always been attracted to redheads, but the way the sun glistened off the deep red of this vision was almost blinding. I knew if for some repugnant reason I couldn't have her in my life, I just couldn't go on living.She was my first true love(after God,Family,Harley), I just had to spend the rest of my life with only her.
I was afraid to go near her, for just the thought of rejection ripped through me like a thousand knives. It seemed like hours before I finally worked up enough courage to go inside, introduce myself, and prove my worthiness for her. I loved her, and I wanted her, and everyone else to know it, no matter how insane it must have seemed. After weeks of turmoil we were at last one, I swore my deepest loyalty and devotion to her and no other for as long as we lived together.
I know our special love will last an eternity. The love we make is indescribable and only I can understand the deepness. Yep, I'll drive her till I drop, or till someone drops us.
I can only thank God for a dream such as my ole silver eagle.
No marriages were harmed in the making of this strange relationship.