Cindy was a caring, warm-hearted woman who just got out of a bad relationship with a man of four years. She cooked, cleaned, and worked two jobs just to keep him happy. A frequent sex life was something she enjoyed most, and was willing to give that ungrateful bastard, until she caught him in bed with another woman.
At the same time, her ex never understood not just the meaning of a good woman, but a confident woman who only needed him for his company. Her physique was no comparison to a 105 pound model with a skinny waistline; she was curvaceous, at the same time tall like 5’9” and very attractive. It bothered her ex-boyfriend how a curvaceous woman could be sexy if she wasn’t like skinny girls. If this man was ashamed to be with Cindy, then it is his loss and good riddance to a man who is ashamed to be with someone like her; she can do better.
Who needed a man that was ashamed of being around with someone like her? Who needed a man that would deny to his friends about her being his girlfriend? Who needed a man if he would disrespect her by looking at a younger, skinnier woman? And if her ex-boyfriend had low self-esteem, why was he with her? She thought to herself that she can do better.
When she kicked her asshole boyfriend out of her house, a heavy burden was lifted and she could restart her life on a whole new chapter, but she wasn’t willing to meet guys at the bar. Although, she did have a thing for both black or Hispanic men, because they noticed her more than anyone else. She never cared what race they were either, it was just that she clicked well with them. She was a very attractive woman; long brown hair, blue eyes, an alluring feature that was hard to ignore, and she was very hip to be because she never like to be at places where there was no excitement. She loved being around interesting things, but the relationship she was in has pushed her to isolation from everything and everyone. All because she was trying to rebuild her life without her man after four years.
Six months has gone by, and she was feeling very lonely. Being a woman in her mid thirties looking for nice, interesting guy became scarce. Guy around that age were either married, divorced, alcoholics, on drugs, gay, bisexual, delusional, or just bitter from their last relationship. She wished she could find a good man that was willing to appreciate something more than her looks and kindness; she wanted someone that was on her level. At the same time, she was horny and she definitely wanted sex; just pure, hot sex. In fact, she thought about skipping the formalities and go straight to the sex part.
Cindy wanted to know where could she find a good guy, where at the same time to have pure, passionate sex with that good guy? She knew better to go to nightclubs, because it’s where all the dogs hang out. She was too classy to try the neighborhood bars. Where could she go for the night, and find someone that would be right for her? She remembered an advertisement on the nightlife newspaper, and it read open mic night at the poetry café, located just across town. Every Saturday, open mic is hosted and that is where much of the ladies hang out, other than the gay clubs.
Cindy has always had a soft spot for poetry; usually for romantic or erotic poetry. She kept several books of love and erotic poems on her bookshelf, and she thought maybe she should go there and listen to a few poets, while meeting someone who shared the same interest as hers. She had a soft spot for poetry, but not just any kind of poetry; the one that appealed her heart.
Saturday night came and Cindy was in a very expressive mood as she got out of the shower, wiping off the wetness that ran down her beautiful voluptuous body. Her mind was in a full state of romanticism. She played a track by Madonna “Justify My Love” over and over again. It was a particular feeling she had that something special was going to happen and she could hardly wait.
Earlier that Saturday, she dreamed about a poetic man that made love to her, while he recited poetry to her. It was weird, but the sex was heartfelt. The dream seemed so vivid, that she remembered a few key words; heart, tic-toc, and your secret fan. It was one hell of a dream that was filled with “Ooo’s” and “Ahh’s”. But with such a dream like that it was hard for her to snap out back to reality. She wasn’t a woman who ignored her dreams; she followed them.
All the excitement of tonight made her want to lie on her bed and slide her beautiful fingers down herself, just to ease her excitement, but she decided to wait and find the poetic man that will touch her senses. She went into her dresser and pulled out a white stringed thong that would make her feel wet and anxious for tonight. When she put it on, she thought of the feeling it would bring her, and how it felt if it was his hand that slid under her slit.
She then pulled out a lacy white bra, and put that on as well. Every time she wore that bra, it made her nipples burst hard under the material. It felt like someone was pinching her nipples sensuously. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to get on that bad and forget about going out tonight as she fingered herself, but she has discipline and she wanted to feel the a hard cock in her right now.
She went into her closet and put on a tan, orange-striped dress that would compliment her legs. Her dress wasn’t long, nor short, but it stretched just above the knees to make her feel sexy. She then took out a tan knitted sweater and put it on, so she could stay warm when she left her place. The clothes fit her lovely, she was ready to go, but she need to do a few more things. She put on her make up and lipstick that would make her appearance shine, and last she sprayed on cologne; a sweet smelling perfume that would make any guy ask for her phone number.
She was more than ready for tonight. She couldn’t help thinking about the man that was in her dreams. It was a little vague, but his words were very vivid as well as her sexual actions. All she remembered in her dream was that he was young and romantic, and that made her heart race for excitement. She went for her night purse and her denim jacket and then looked in the mirror to see herself; she was ready for tonight.
She left her apartment and managed to catch a cab ride to the café, located across town. When she arrived, the place filled her heart with awe. The place was dark and dimmed with soft lighting to set a romantic atmosphere. A coffee bar stood at the end of the café, as the young server waited patiently to wait on someone who needed coffee, tea, or other beverages. She scanned around the café and saw a mixed crowd, while much of them were a female audience there were several couples and youngsters giving their attention to a young woman on stage. The place was filled with silence, as the spotlight shined on a young female who recited her poem to the audience. She recited her poem from the top of her head, and she was good at it.
There weren’t that many poets that can recite off the top of their heads; the crowd really digged her. As the audience applaud for the young woman on stage, Cindy went over to the coffee bar and ordered herself an iced tea. She found an empty table to sit and hung her denim jacket over the chair and sat down.
There, sat a well-dressed black man with dreads, wearing khakis and a long sleeved shirt. He took notice of a very beautiful curvy woman out of the audience. There was something about her that attracted him. Out of all the females in the café, she stood out and she was just his type. Of course, like any guy he noticed her legs, breasts, and curvy features, as well as her beautiful face, but the way she carried herself he knew she had class. It was too hard to resist; he had to go over there and talk to her.
So he moved from one table over to the next and sat briefly to compliment her beauty. She was thrown off by his approach, but he was very respectful towards her.
“Excuse me miss?” he whispered.
As she turned over, “Yes?”
As he gestured politeness when he complimented her, “I only wanted to say that you look very beautiful, and thank you for coming here tonight.”
“Thank you,” she said as she gave a half laughter about his approach.
She has heard that line how many times? Cindy may have found him to be very attractive, but strange. According to her taste, she wasn’t interested in him until he was called on stage with a big round of applaud.
When he received a huge round of applause from the audience, she quickly learned that this man must be very special around here. The dark-skinned man was introduced as Terrell and the ladies cheered for him. He too, was a poet who can recite without a piece of paper and the crowd really loved this man. Cindy became interested in what will he recite on stage.
When he spoke, his voice grew familiar to her; he sounded like the one she envisioned in her dream. His voice matched perfectly. It made her nipples very hard under her lacy bra.
Her heart raced with full desire as she focused on his lips and his poetic words.
His uniqueness was described the look of love over the microphone.
“How ya’ll doin’ tonight ladies?”
He paused while the audience cheered him.
“You know I have a love for all the ladies in this place tonight. I wrote this poem last night and I have a confession. I had a sleepless night after dreaming of this beautiful woman, and I mean inner beauty walking in this door. So please, wherever you are, this is dedicated to you. I read you my poem The Secret Love Letter.”
As the silence set in Terrell recited from the top of his head
To my dearest fantasy
I saw you not far away
You were the one who had your heart broken
You gave all your love to the wrong stranger
And he led your heart astray
Your heart was so sadden
You sought for any kind of relief
A relief from the past
By someone who’ll help make the pain go away
Just when you gave up
I stand by close to help you ease your pain
And fill your heart with fulfillment
All I ask is for you to let me take notice of the inner beauty of you
Let me appreciate the sensuous mind and spirit that you carry
Let me see the pride and confidence for yourself and don’t let it go
Let me taste your dark words of lust and in exchange I bring you passion.