My Darling Wife

My Darling Deborah,

My Love. I look at the beautiful images of you flickering across my screen and I am moved beyond the point of breathing. I lay myself back down on the floor and watched mesmerized as the galleries of sensual photos illuminated the darkness. One by one, perfect images of you danced across my screen. Some nude, others clothed or in various stages of undress. In some you wear a beaming smile, in some a mischievous grin and in yet others a look of seduction, so sensual and at the same time elegant, that it takes my breath away. One thing is constant throughout the flow of breathtaking memories and images that accompany me during the lonely night. The indescribable beauty that emanates from deep within you, it glows in your eyes and seeps through every pore of your gorgeous skin.

Deborah, you have grown in to a woman of such dynamic proportion that it makes you impossible to describe. I lie here watching each picture tear its way into my heart and am nothing less than amazed at what a goddess you have become. Your eyes glow and dance with life and an enchanting energy. The lines of your face are nothing short of perfection. You know how I love a woman’s face, for years you have heard my comment on facial structure and features. Your jaw line and noble chin.

Your cheekbones (oh, my GOD, your cheekbones), forehead, ears, and cut of your eyes. It is like a sculptor sat down and worked a fine and delicate piece of art. I love to look at you, adore lying beside you in the darkness and memorizing the contours of your face and often lose myself in the depths of your eyes. Your hair looks absolutely wonderful with its shimmering highlights of blonde and golden hues. Your neck and throat make my mouth dry, even now, picturing them. I wish I were better with words, so I might properly describe what your neck, throat and shoulders do to me.

You have such a soft and tender throat, slim and elegant, and contoured to perfection it blends to your heavenly neck. Such sleek, graceful lines and curves. Such soft and delicate femininity. You have this perfect flow from your chin and jaw line down to your shoulders. Muscular, but not overly so, your wide and lithe shoulders blend into a chest that defies description. Powerful and chiseled, your chest looks solid as if it was carved from granite, yet supple and feminine, as only a woman’s could be. Delicacy mixed with strength, skin smooth and tight, your chest blends down into a tummy of epic proportion. God knows, I love tummies. Even you know that.

Baby, you have “THE” tummy. Soft, supple, smooth and delicate, your tummy is what men dream of. Just lean enough to have the contours of feminine delicacy, yet not twig-like and boyish looking. It accentuates your hips and ribcage, as a woman’s tummy should. It proudly displays a bellybutton of sheer perfection. It showcases your hipbones and makes a man’s eyes wander lower to devour the heavenly blend from your tummy to your hips and pubic mound. I don’t know exactly what to call it, that mound of heaven that women have, so I call it a pubic mound and Deborah, your’s is ravishing. It frames the whole of what makes a woman. The place where it all comes together, hips to thighs, tummy to hips.

Your ass has developed into this perfect example of what woman’s ass was meant to be. Plump, round and uplifted, but not wide or flabby. It is a mixture of lean power and feminine fullness. Your ass makes men take notice, it makes women take notice, too. Your ass is, well, it is, damn baby, I can’t find appropriate words. Suffice it to say, that the reason people worship your ass so much is because it is textbook perfect.

I won’t go into details or be crude, so you will just have to trust me that the jewel that makes you woman, is nothing shy of flawless. I am not going to talk of your perky and perfect breasts or your divine feminine flower. This is not about sexuality, this is merely about beauty and grace.

You carry yourself with such perfection. You have this marvelous mixture of elegance, feminine wiles, graceful flow, mischievous energy, and always the air of seduction. As you have matured, you have unknowingly “turned up the volume”. This is why the men and women around you notice you. This is why they watch you, why they marvel at you and lust after you. Comfortable with your masculine side, you don’t bore men as many women do. It is unusual for a man to be able to relate to a woman AND lust after her. To be a friend, (one of the guys, if you will) yet to draw their every attention by your body and persona, this is what men long for. It makes you seductive in ways you’ll never even realize. It gives you an allure that is incomparable. Men accept you as an equal, yet worship you as the pure goddess of feminine wantonness.

I love watching men, when you flaunt yourself. GOD, I do love it so. But, even when you aren’t purposely flaunting yourself, the men that surround you feel you, they see you, they want you, they sense you. It is just a bit more subtle and that drives them even closer to the brink of insanity. Deep from your soul, shimmering out through the portals of your eyes, you emit an energy that men (and women) notice. You, day by day, become more and more, the perfect example of a Goddess. You draw people in, you beam sensuality from every pore. Not a silly, prissy chick, you are woman, you are ultra-feminine, because you don’t KNOW you are.

I wish I could better explain this metamorphosis that you have undergone. Long ago, you were this plain, frumpy, shy, unsure and timid girl. You were plain and boring, not accepted or really liked by many people. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but you know you weren’t a “people person”. You were invisible.

Now? My GOD! Everywhere you go, people take notice. Surely, even YOU have felt that? You put out this energy, this aura that draws people to you magically. I am not JUST talking about sexuality or sensuality, but personality and everything. People always comment on what a remarkable woman you are. People always notice you. Somewhere along the way (thanks to ME, I like to think!), you have emerged from your cocoon and unfurled into an amazing creation. Not exactly a butterfly, more like a magical mix of a firefly, a hummingbird, a butterfly and a ladybug.

For the past 22 years, every day has been “Valentines Day” for me. I have had the distinct honor and privilege, to see you go through your miraculous metamorphosis. I have watched a young and simple daisy, grow and transfigure into an elegant, sensual and graceful rose. Even to say you are a rose doesn’t do you justice, my love. You have the simple beauty of a rose, strong and well defined curves and lines. But, you have the delicate and feminine qualities of a graceful orchid, the deep and rich contrasts of a tulip and the earthy purity of magnolia. As you have matured from girl to woman, you gracefully stepped from athletic and mischievous tomboy into a picturesque and elegant example of femininity and grace.

You are a natural aphrodisiac, a calming ointment, a healing salve, an addictive drug, a replenishing energy source and a nourishing nutrient for the soul. Men want you, oh yes they do (and women too). They watch you and drink you in. They imagine you in ways that would make you blush. They dream of you and fantasize of you. But, more remarkable yet, they accept you and respect you. Women are attracted to you, some for the same sexual reasons as men, but others just answer to the call of your amazing soul. Have you noticed, my love, that people want to be close to you?

They wish to be close to you for the same reasons I do. You emit from your tender and loving soul, a glow of purity mixed with subtle echoes of sensuality. You are, to the addicted and adoring men and women around you, a beacon to everything that is wonderful about life. You are the oxygen that fills our lungs. You are the earth beneath our feet. You are the visions in our dreams and the smiles in our memories.

You stand out, in life, as a delicate and fragile white feather seems to glow against a powdery blue sky. You chase away shadows and usher in the brilliant light of love. Seeping out of your every pore are all of the wondrous aspects of life. You are tender and loving, sensual and seductive. You are playful and mischievous, you are explorative and self affirming. You glow with feminine beauty and you radiate a passionate sultriness that infiltrates the mind and soul of everyone around you. I still lose myself in daydreams of you and daily, I am thankful to have shared this incredible journey of ours. I am grateful that I was there, to see the thorn conquer the rose, the caterpillar turn to butterfly and the forlorn girl become the breathtaking woman that you are.

I won’t go on and on and embarrass you. I just wanted to take a moment to let you know things I am sure you have never dreamt of. I wished for you to have some inkling as to the amazing creature that you have become. I wish you could know how you affect people when you “turn it on”. You could easily be the Goddess of Sensuality. You are sexy beyond compare, and when you try, you are inexplicable in your wiles and prowess. Many a man, I assure you, lies alone and dreams of you. Many a woman shares comparable dreams and fantasizes of being in your angelic embrace.

Me, I just thank God I found you. I bow to the heavens and humble myself to the creator that imagined such a wondrous work of art, as you. That someone could imagine and dream of creating a picture-perfect work of art, mixed with everything that is enticing and enchanting about a woman, that is something that will always leave me in awe and humble. Sugar and spice and everything nice. Naughty and nasty and incredibly tasty.

I am thankful for the “making of you”. I am appreciative and in awe, that someone dreamed of you. I am impressed and inspired at the creation of you. Most of all, I am thankful and reverent, that was so blessed as to find you.