A Young Shadow
Will consume you…
From the late Shadow’s digital diary comes a beautiful story of abandoning woman to man without strings or expectations. An example of how two people connect through respect to heal ailments in private places where a loved one’s heart can never be ripped. On this night, she will save another marriage by sacrificing herself. One more wife will keep her love through Shadow’s philanthropic heart. As long as she was agreeable to pervade his barren abyss- his wife would never be familiar with the heartbreak of divorce. This was her endowment to other women. Love never did wrap its arms around her in a predictable manner; however, she was further loved than any woman I have known.
Ironically, instead of these woman acknowledging her as a consummated courtesan. Those that didn’t comprehend her loathed a whore. Little did they know, this whore was the backbone maintaining their worlds unbroken. She would forfeit a love of her own to uphold others love from splitting apart.
November 7, 1997
John’s arms raised me on toe for a charismatic kiss with the slightest graze of his tongue. He lowered me to the floor leisurely savoring the last few moments of our self-possessed time. Holding me with his face in my hair the breath of the beast was blowing tender. I released the door permitting the air of realism to seethe in striking a chord overshadowing our souls. There was an entire vacant world waiting. He gaited through the threshold into his world while I bolted the door to mine. After an evening consuming romance, we were back among our disaffiliated societal spheres.
Red Hot
He was a sparse indulgence in my shadowy world as a courtesan. Not my ordinary sight-seeker. John was tall, with piercing prominent features, strikingly deep-set brown eyes, a tapered willowy nose, rotund lips, and a rigid chin. All signs of a man possessing sturdy character. He was tall with a steady brawny build always dressing urban chic wearing the ideal measure of cologne. He was handsomely mellifluous on my eyes. His dramatic stature wasn’t what made him so noticeable. It was his interior luminosity. His personality was one of sincerity filling the room like a piquant zephyr. A sharp-witted intellect with a suggestion of sarcasm entertained for hours. The fervor that emerged from within was smooth, considerate, cherished and beloved. In the short moments we betrothed, he beheld no other woman. I was his all-embracing cosmos. I would be his unspoiled dazzling playmate.
Lap Time
This persnickety humid NYC night found John fatigued from an arduous week as the CEO of a prestigious advertising firm. We usually started our evenings with a laid-back meander down the sidewalks of Manhattan. Hand-in-hand we would enjoy ramblings of meaningless prattle while watching the people pass. Seeing the tattered look in his eye I poured him a Johnny Walker Black Label over rocks. I sauntered to the plush white leather sofa, as he followed on my heels. I curled into the smoothness of leather tucking my feet behind a soft tush placing my head on extended arm. John cuddled in close. We gazed wordlessly into each other’s exquisite eyes. His were balmy, pleading for a laissez-faire rendezvous. He didn’t need to speak. I could read him…it was one of my various gifts as a courtesan.
Without a word, I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning in for a blazing deep French kiss to arouse his imagination. I let my fingers trace up the back of his neck into thick hair. Kissing is like dancing, if you let the man lead- a captivating dance of precision will flow. Sensuality was overpowering me with his silky-smooth tongue flicking mine. I pulled back looking into his eyes. “Tonight, we will dine in. Relax; enjoy the scotch while I run a lustrous bubble bath for two. I’ll be back in a flash wearing a playful piece of delicious fabric.” His eyes lightened, a sparse grin turning his lips towards the ceiling. I had set the mood for his qualms to liquefy in the five fleeting hours we would share…
