Kneeling before Him...
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Monday, September 12, 2005
A Moment inspired by James Blunt's "You're Beautiful."
"He is beautiful. So beautiful," she whispered. She was unaware that the words had escaped her lips as she first caught sight of him. He was sitting casually in a seat, somehow taking up more room than he should. As she studied him he seemed oblivious to all around him, his eyes focused on the far away as girls in skimpy little outfits walked by. She wasn't naive. She knew he saw, all men did, this one was just arrogant enough not to stare. He obviously didn't want to advertise his interest. She doubted that he ever did that.
But he had captured her in just that moment, the moment that she had seen him sitting there. She didn't know if it was his beauty or the attitude he wore on his sleeve, but she knew she wanted to be his. Just like that, she needed to belong to him.
And who was he? Another stranger in a world so full of them? He must be someone's son, maybe someone-to-be's father, someone's brother, someone's love and someone's lover. He had to be loved. He was too cocky, too confident in his arrogance not to be loved for being who he was. There was no game in his posture, no pretence in his face. He was completely at ease in the way he relaxed. There was no one he needed to impress. Whatever it is, the secret to happiness, he knew.
She drew closer to him as another girl stopped in front of him. A comment was extended and a smile broke out on his face. She breathed it in and tasted it in the thickening of her throat. She was shocked that a smile for another girl could have that affect on her. He shook his head, still smiling and the girl moved away from him with a toss of her hair, a movement not lost on him, she knew. He slipped back into his disinterested pose. She knew she had to have something special to capture him and something even more to keep him as her own.
Closer still and she only had a moment to tell him, just a moment to make him understand. One moment, one chance, sometimes you have to risk it all to make it happen. Sometimes you have to give it all in just one moment. She took the seat beside him and looked into his eyes as he turned to her, refusing, just this once, the urge to bow her head.
"Make love to me." She said with a boldness she didn't feel. She was blushing all the way down to her toes.
He smiled at her casually and in that moment she fell in love with him. He felt it, saw it in her eyes, and he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, his hand coming up to hold her face, caress her cheek. So intimate, so sweet.
"You are beautiful." He whispered. "So beautiful. I am glad you are mine." And not for the first time, she wondered if he could read her mind, or if they were just so entwined that their thoughts sometimes meshed. He stood and reached out his hand and she let him help her up. He didn't let go.
She let him lead the way.