Hearts in San Francisco

Transamerica Building - SF
Originally uploaded by Waves.

There were two hearts in San Francisco - his and mine - one beautiful Friday night. It was July 30th, a date I will never forget.

He took me on a little get away to the City 22 days after we first met. Yes, I work in the City and I used to live there. I have memorized its sound like an old familiar song - cars honking, cable car bells ringing, fire engine sirens blaring . I know its streets and alleys like the back of my hand. Ahhhh, but how wonderful it was to experience the City through the eyes of a spellbound, lovestruck girl.

We sat in a coffeeshop for an early evening cup of coffee, like two lovers from across the globe, basking in romance that is San Francisco. I remember him looking into my eyes. No, he didn't say a word. But the moment I gazed back at him, I knew then that I was loved.

His touch was gentle like he promised. His kisses so tender. He carressed me in places that invoked passion and desire from within. Through his lips and fingertips I discovered parts of me that I never knew existed. He made love to me, slowly and tenderly at first, progressing to a rapid but steady rhythm until our minds and bodies locked in a spiritual embrace.

I was breathing heavily as he carried me away into a blissful place I have never been. He took me into soaring heights again and again and again. I felt his skin and his tight body on me. I felt him in me as he enveloped me in his arms in a perfect rapture. I felt him and I knew then that I wasn't dreaming.

He held my hand, our fingers locking together, as we walked to the movie theater. He wrapped his arms around me as we waited in line, his head nuzzled on my shoulder as he sang sweet melodies that enthralled me. He didn't know but at that moment I was totally swept away by his enchanting voice. He didn't know that the feel of his warm breath on my ears sent shivers down my spine and enkidled an already blazing desire in me.

There was something in him so spellbinding, so enthralling. And that night I made a total surrender of myself. I gave myself, my whole being to him; to him who roused me from a deep slumber, to him who awakened my senses so I can give.

And he whispered: "This is just the beginning."

I knew then that I was loved - and that I was ready to love without holding back.