Help, Im the worst kind of damsel in distress. by Jen Wesolowski (urban books to read txt) 📕

his arms and he squeezed me close. I could feel his heart beating. Actually ‘feel’ it, trembling against my bare body. He kissed me with so much passion that it felt like another world. He penetrated inside of me and at each thrust I seizured with love’s donation. It was an experience I never could have imagined. And it was one, I surely will never be able to forget.

Back in his car now, we were like little kids giggling without a care. When silence presented we sat there and stared. He ran his finger down the bone of my cheek, and said how blessed he was to have met me. I cried now, not one, not two, but a pool of tears, and asked him where god has been hiding him all of these years. He kissed the tip of my nose with much ease, and he asked “Love me lady, will you please?”
I kissed his nose, like he did too, I opened my eyes and said “I already do.”

When we got to my house we sat on my porch. I sat on his lap and he held me, which made me feel like one of those bright burning stars that I have wished upon hundreds, and hundreds of times.

We shared our secrets and kisses and then he asked me something that stung a little somewhere but not in my heart.

“The tattoo across your chest, does it mean anything?”

I cringed at the truth behind it, and I admitted its relevance.

“Well, it’s a cupid shooting an arrow into a heart. The arrowhead currently being shot has the suffix III in it. I was ashamed. “My ex boyfriend was the 3rd, I went and got it colored in but when it healed, you could still see it. .”

His eyes gleamed like the calmest part of the ocean. Then he reached for his pocket. He handed me his license which confused me in the most puzzling way. I flipped it over, It read ’Thomas Travis III’. And then a painful sweet explosion transcended reforming me into a stage of extraordinary potential, and I was born.

It was a chilly morning when I set out to the birch tree I once scampered through. In finding it a cardinal so seemingly followed me, praising me with his chirping songs.

I looked for the opening I had found oddly the time before. When I appeared at the stream where the magnificent tigress was once with her wandering questions, I sat disappointed when I didn’t see her existent in place. I took out the note that I recovered from the Indian reservation and I set it in the water, in hoping it would reach the beauty beast one day. I wished it could help her to answer her prayers, as it had helped with my own.

My old world was gone, and I had found my place that I am fortunate to be blessed with. Tons of despair and despondency was inflicted on my voyage of emerging, but I now know that it was a demanding part in order to fulfill the task, and the reward.

I juddered the words “its in your dream.” And I sat knowing in all truth, what it meant. The dream is in me, I am the dream. Then I climbed back up to the ground of the earth.

I touched the tree and gave it my dedication. I turned toward the sun and I whispered “Thank you my Angels, for helping me finish my very last stitch.”


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Publication Date: 05-14-2010

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