Strange Love - Primal Encounter
Nostalgic vibes in the air remind me of my olden days of blissful freedom. The scent of cedar wood and lavender linger in the foyer. The daylight peeks through the curtains as I hear the loud noise of kids playing outside. I walked to the couch and lay reluctantly. Another day to be grateful for and yet my heart longs for the love it once received. I can no longer deny the pain I feel inside. I think I better just lay here and take it easy. Heartbreak is never easy, and getting over a love gone sour is even worse. I can't even say I used to love her because I still do. It all began three years ago when I decided to be free and open my heart to an unprecedented love.
I had just finished a tour in Paris and was headed back to the states. My crew booked me a first class trip back, but my seating arrangement wasn't near any of them. I didn't mind because it was first class! I boarded the plane and waited for my departure. I could've never predicted what was about to transpire on my 10-hour flight back to Atlanta. She walked in and greeted me.
"Hi, My name is Myasia, a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out to shake mine. I was a little leery at first, but I extended my hand to shake hers and responded. "Hi, I'm Danielle, but my friends call me Danni." I was a bit nervous and didn't even know why I told her that. I could've just told her my name. She sat next to me and began to situate herself. I could feel the energy from her as she moved around. It was warm and sensual. Before I knew it, there was a stirring up on the inside of me. I was getting turned on, and for the life of me, I could not figure out why.
I have never been attracted to a woman, and there was no man nearby to intrigue these electric waves I was feeling inside. Myasia pulled out a journal and began to write. I was trying not to be nosey, but I wanted to know what was in the mind of this mysterious woman that had intrigued me. Her melanin was a beautiful caramel bronze. Her hair was curly, natural, and long. The rose scent that lingered from her skin was tantalizing. I didn't want to seem so obvious as I read what she wrote, so I leaned forward to stretch. Her handwriting was exquisite and fancy, a bit too elegant for me to read. Myasia noticed my interest, and she offered to share her thoughts with me.
"You want to know what I'm writing? I always write my thoughts down as often as I can, especially when I meet people who intrigue me. It's about you!" I was surprised when those words came from her mouth. She smiled and handed me the journal to read. Who is this woman? She is sensual, sexy, and bold. I could not believe what I was reading. She had already felt something for me just as I had for her, but how? She turned to me and smiled once more before speaking.
"We can pretend nothing is happening right now or we can take the next 10 hours to get to know each other and enjoy the company of one another." I was so shocked by her forwardness that I just sat there with my mouth open. "Danni, are you ok? I didn't mean to come off too strong. I'm just a firm believer of living in the moment and going after what you want." I felt my tongue begin to move as I formed the words to respond.
"Sure, of course, Myasia. I would love to get to know you more; let's chat." I gave her back her journal, and our conversation began. We laughed, talked, shared pictures, and found out we had a lot in common. It was the best flight I had ever had. The one, where I met the woman I would soon fall in love with, little did I know.ever had...
I had just finished a tour in Paris and was headed back to the states. My crew booked me a first class trip back, but my seating arrangement wasn't near any of them. I didn't mind because it was first class! I boarded the plane and waited for my departure. I could've never predicted what was about to transpire on my 10-hour flight back to Atlanta. She walked in and greeted me.
"Hi, My name is Myasia, a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out to shake mine. I was a little leery at first, but I extended my hand to shake hers and responded. "Hi, I'm Danielle, but my friends call me Danni." I was a bit nervous and didn't even know why I told her that. I could've just told her my name. She sat next to me and began to situate herself. I could feel the energy from her as she moved around. It was warm and sensual. Before I knew it, there was a stirring up on the inside of me. I was getting turned on, and for the life of me, I could not figure out why.
I have never been attracted to a woman, and there was no man nearby to intrigue these electric waves I was feeling inside. Myasia pulled out a journal and began to write. I was trying not to be nosey, but I wanted to know what was in the mind of this mysterious woman that had intrigued me. Her melanin was a beautiful caramel bronze. Her hair was curly, natural, and long. The rose scent that lingered from her skin was tantalizing. I didn't want to seem so obvious as I read what she wrote, so I leaned forward to stretch. Her handwriting was exquisite and fancy, a bit too elegant for me to read. Myasia noticed my interest, and she offered to share her thoughts with me.
"You want to know what I'm writing? I always write my thoughts down as often as I can, especially when I meet people who intrigue me. It's about you!" I was surprised when those words came from her mouth. She smiled and handed me the journal to read. Who is this woman? She is sensual, sexy, and bold. I could not believe what I was reading. She had already felt something for me just as I had for her, but how? She turned to me and smiled once more before speaking.
"We can pretend nothing is happening right now or we can take the next 10 hours to get to know each other and enjoy the company of one another." I was so shocked by her forwardness that I just sat there with my mouth open. "Danni, are you ok? I didn't mean to come off too strong. I'm just a firm believer of living in the moment and going after what you want." I felt my tongue begin to move as I formed the words to respond.
"Sure, of course, Myasia. I would love to get to know you more; let's chat." I gave her back her journal, and our conversation began. We laughed, talked, shared pictures, and found out we had a lot in common. It was the best flight I had ever had. The one, where I met the woman I would soon fall in love with, little did I know.ever had...
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