The instructions were quite simple. Write one paragraph describing your lover and the unique passion you have for them. When faced with that challenge, lots of people choose to just chicken out. Just the thought of expressing their emotions is uncomfortable for a great many individuals, especially if they've never thought too much about them before and especially if they have to write them down and share their feelings with the world. Others, convinced that the challenge is easy, approach the task with an unsophisticated, clichΓ© effort. This particular challenge was neither about Hallmark poetry nor vulgarity. In order to accomplish this task, one has to be articulate, sincere, introspective, and in touch with their sensuality. Roger Gilford was all those things.
Ellen Ward, the lovely lady who was the object of Roger's affection and desire stared at her phone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the cryptic, midday text she got from her lover. "Babe, we won!"
"That's wonderful, sweetie. What exactly did we win," she responded? In all of his excitement, Roger had left out a few key details in his text. Actually, he'd left out all the details. He had entered them into a contest for an all expenses paid trip to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos for the first annual AfroerotiK Sensuality and Intimacy Retreat and his entry was the winner. Wanting it to be a surprise, he had kept the secret, not sure of their chances and wanting it to be a total surprise on the slim chance that they actually won. He picked up the phone and called her to fill her in on all the details. There was just too much to share via text.
"There is but one Ebony Goddess who completes me. I can merely gaze upon her naked, sleeping form and I'm humbled by her beauty, grace, and splendor. Her gentle breathing is like music to my ears knowing that it was my sex that allowed her to drift off to such a heavenly, peaceful slumber. I know without a doubt that I was created for her and her for me. Her gentle touch strokes me to hardness, her mouth envelops me and the softness of her lips paints pleasure on my hard shaft like I've never known before. The soft, round curve of her chocolate ass is the perfect pillow for me to lay my weary head. In fact, her ass holds my gaze captive as she walks away from me and my heart aches until I know I will see her face again, the distance between us only fueling our passion for one another. Her hard nipples are like magnets for my mouth. It is most certainly her sweet, hot, wet, tight center, that place between her legs, which enslaves me and holds me captive. Her taste drives me insane with lust. It is her slippery, sticky, sweet juices that intoxicate me. She is my divine right partner and it is most decidedly her delicious sex, soft and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but release my very essence into the depths of her soul."
Roger held his breath. He had never spoken the words he had written about Ellen aloud before and he waited anxiously for some response from her on the other end of the phone. Words stuck in her throat. Actually, tears formed in her eyes. She was beyond speechless that the man she loved so desperately, so completely would actually say anything like that, let alone tell the world that's how he felt about her. The fact that those words had won a trip for them to an island paradise was secondary to the pure joy and love she felt at him sharing his prose with her.