The Epitome of a Man

He arrived true to who he was. His look made her giggle like a school girl who balanced on the edge of desire. She watched him for a moment as he set his ride to the side. He slowly exposed who he was behind the facade that most could not see through. She walked toward him patiently taking in that first moment that was never to be again. She was enveloped in his presence before she even had a chance to see his eyes. She could feel him. For the first time in her life she needed not to look into the soul of the one who stood before her, his being was all around her, drawing her in like a curious child.

He shed his armour as she approached. He removed the lenses that kept his distance from the world that surrounded them. In that moment she knew by the look in his eyes that he was the kindred spirit she was meant to embrace.

The Angels that brought them together swirled around in their presence with light that would shine upon the Gods forever with the love they brought together.

A true gentleman, he reached politely for her hand with his, that adorned a story she needed to hear. The moment his hand touched hers she felt his entirety. There would be no regret in this first moment together. She reached out, opening her vulnerability and wrapped her arms around him. Her exposed cheek gently touched the hair that cloaked his jaw. The tender skin that covered her heart could feel his beat through the leather that protected his core. Her inner thigh brushed his ever so slightly sending her to a place she barely recognized. He emanated the truth he held deep within his soul.

…and then he spoke, and her heart began to open.

His gentle tone and eloquent choice of words assured her that he was deep with meaning and filled with love. As she gazed across the table listening and feeling his truth, his passion and desire captured her wrapping her safety in his arms.

He was the epitome of a man…

Tracy ~

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This is who I am…take it or leave it!

I have been questioning my writing style lately, which is really just my opinion but it is also more often than not what’s going on in my life. Not all writers express their true life through their written word, it depends on what type of writing you do. Musicians write lyrics that we can all relate to at some point in our lives, romance novelists take us away from our day to day to live in bliss for a moment suspended in time, bloggers write about what interests them and the list goes on.

I wear my heart on my sleeve and if you look at most of my posts, they reflect just that. Sometimes you may have to read between the lines, I certainly wouldn’t throw anyone under the bus but lately I’ve been seriously considering changing how open I have become. Too late? Better late than never? hmmmm. My quandary!

I’ve been on my own for awhile now, and have considered my writing therapeutic in the process. I have always had plenty of time between relationships in my past and believe its necessary to redefine who you have become before you put yourself back out there. I have recognized some profound changes in who I am and what I think of myself. That alone I think has been worth it!

When you meet someone who you find intriguing, you naturally want to savour the process and take things slow in getting to know each other. Unless of course it’s just about sex, then who really cares about their opinion on…anything! (I’ve not met that guy yet! lol) You don’t just want to put everything out there in one big pile. That is one of the best parts of meeting someone, letting a little bit out each time you’re together. The anticipation of making you wait elevates the excitement!

When I meet someone new the conversation eventually leads to “What do you do?” I suppose I could leave out the blogger part and just divulge that I am a ‘Silpada Rep’ but more often than not without even thinking Tara Cronica rolls off my tongue and I can’t get it back. Too much information is not always a good thing when you want to date someone.

When I started the whole writing process I decided to be an open book with my life, I had nothing to lose. It felt right. Say it out loud and hope for the best! That all seemed fine and dandy when I didn’t care what anyone in particular thought of me, not that I reeeeeally care now but 10% of me kinda does.

Tara Cronica has been my therapeutic outlet, like running but with words. I write, or run, chew on the words or thoughts for a while to be sure their mine, and I usually come up with a solution to my quandary! My solution this time…continue being true to myself, use my authentic voice to share my opinions and thoughts about life and love, don’t create circumstances that go against myself and be open to change.

Bonnie’s Svaha Spirit Series The Power of Vulnerability was the icing on the cake for making me decide to continue down the path I started on…

I will continue to let myself be seen, love with my whole heart, practise gratitude and joy and know without a doubt that I am enough! This is who I am, take it or leave it! 🙂

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