I met Heather through my father one day and I knew instantly that she was the one. A southern boy like myself is raised to know what to look for in a female and she had it all: silky smooth skin, beautiful soft hair, long legs, deep brown eyes, and a sheepish smile that made you forget everything and melt with anticipation of her next smile. It became a personal competition of sorts – when she wasn’t smiling, I made it my goal to make her smile. Her smile righted every wrong, perfected every imperfection; made the impossible possible and melted the very wax structure of my soul. She spoke in tongues – it was almost a language above ordinary language – but we understood each other. Both products of southern raising, I knew what got her going and what shut her down and she knew how to counter. We were a picture of perfection – the very definition of true love.
Our relationship grew exponentially from the moment we both met. The most trivial of days were turned into Heaven-sent miracles simply because we had each other. Her favorite moments seemed to be wandering the beautiful emerald green fields behind my house. I would wander with her. Most nights, we’d simply lie in the grass together and I’d watch the stars - thanking each and every one of them. One night was different, however. Rather than look at the stars in the sky, I looked into stars far more beautiful than any in the heavens – I looked into Heather’s eyes. She met my gaze and my stomach fell from me. The moment was perfect – out here in the field – her field, the one she grew to love during the course of our relationship – next to each other, looking into each others eyes. I leaned forward, my heart pounding like drumbeats on the march to war; the march into something much more important than anything that happened before and likely anything that would happen after, and our lips met. If ever were a moment more perfect than this then I have never known it. The world could have ended around us and it wouldn’t have mattered – my lips were on hers and that was everything. I ran my fingers through her flawless hair and over her flawless body.
Our lips remained locked as my hands felt over every inch of her body – each inch its own perfect creation. The kiss only broke when I began to explore with my mouth those same inches my hand had just explored – like an archaeologist who stumbles upon something so wonderful that he comes back with more tools to get an even better idea of what he’s found. I took even more time in this phase, as the smell of her sweet flesh set off a firework of lust in my mind. I pulled back and looked into her eyes once more – there was nothing but sheer animalistic passion reflecting in her eyes, and I knew she wanted the same thing I wanted. I slowly but methodically worked my way on top of her, our naked bodies pressed against each others out here in the warm, humid southern air. As my hips thrust forward, drawn to her almost magnetically, I managed to whisper a breathy “I love you.” I waited for the response that I had been hearing since we met – the response that sent shivers of bliss throughout my body. Sure enough, it came, more beautiful than ever. She craned her neck back to look at me, and in a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, she met my eyes, stomped her back hooves and let out the awaited response: “Baaaaaa.” I thrust my hips forward and completed the cycle of courtship.
