Glorious days, wonderful life, ode to joy, my love has come around, this time to stay and it is all due to one remarkable man; Jose Serre To be attached to a man in this way, was a new feeling. Years had blended into the same blur, time unfurled in the usual sand through the hour glass. Jose Serre had all the sand. It was always his time. He owned time. Indeed it did seem this way. To know a man of power would have been a impossible dream only months ago. This spring had become a new awakening for my entrapped soul, encased in layers of dust from broken dreams.
Feeling giddy, childish, and looking 20 years younger at least, I felt as though I had emerged from my crysalis form. My beautiful butterfly wings were gloriously colourful, and all around me there was a golden colour from the sun. Not only had the light changed to make everything glisten, the world sounded symphonic and harmonious in the Zen key of "G". Nothing seem to grate on my nerves as it had it the past. My feelings were smoothed over, my sore arms felt the loving embraces I had missed for so many years of poor lovers. Those past uneding troubles and loneliness were far behind me. Jose made me reclaim the me I had always been; before the untalented lovers.
My very sad bleeding heart had slowly healed, partially. The huge gapping wound replaced with a slow yet continuoal bleed. These love left overs were disasterous to my self-esteem and future relationships with men. When new relationships were new and exciting all seemed stellar, wonderful. And as soon as the relationship peaked, and the lover became to comfortable, to complacent in the relationship, a stunning show of lustful colours from the stellar star burst. and then, as with as much fanfare and ferocity burnt out with the resultant and hurtful solar flare. The burn could still be felt years later, slowly simmering resentment and bitterness.
Turning me on endlessly, Jose was so into me and adored me this semi-billionaire was a shy man, almost a recluse. He had not come to me like the other standardized male versions of the North American male. There were no one liners, no pick up lines no mocking of woman but rather a complete adoration of the female goddess form I had never known before. He really made me melt just thinking about him.
He was my first foray into spicy male counterpart, and I felt as though I was a spiritual virgin all over again. My new favourite saying to my girlfriends; to "Once you try spice, you come back twice". Jose was so absolutely incredible; I can taste him, he tastes like a cross between butterscotch pudding and swiss chocolate. Whatever the word, I think Carlos Santana's song "Smooth" summed up the tasty delicacy of the latin lover, and maybe Sade "Smooth Operator". Jose really did have it all and so much more.
And so with the many years of numbness, resentment and boredom, I succumbed to a man at least ten years my junior but with depth of knowledge much deeper than any man I had ever known. Not that I had known many men in my lifetime. Jose did not fear my past or worry about commitment. Jose enjoyed the very things I had missed all my life, the dances, the romancing, the long walks on the beach, the laughter, the closeness. The depth of conversation missing from vacant males of the past gave me a feeling that my entire being was honoured and appreciated. How much I could learn from this man of knowledge. Quickly I had plans to travel with Jose, and to find the quest-crusade of his infinite wisdom found in his ancestral roots.There was much to learn, and I was determined to take in as much of this sensitive man's being as humanly and otherworldly possible.
Promising myself I would never let another man take advantage of me, I could not stop thinking of this incredible man. He would be my teacher, my lover, my second father, my life. I cannot see myself without him. There would be no turning back; I had gone south, far south of the border and I really, really liked it!
Time the healer did not heal my soul until Jose' magic presence in my life would forever change my life. It was as though Jose knew exactly what I needed and when. Jose was the prescription and the cure for all my past ills real and imagined.
Jose did completely heal my mind, body and soul. This love doctor intrinsically new exactly what I needed at the exact moment I needed it; sometimes moments ahead. Slowly my eyes were becoming his eyes as I could see through my eyes like I was him living within me. It felt like we had recombined our dna and form this incredible bond that I had never known before. There was no better rec and the dose of love balm Jose planted with his magic man love doctor ways. "Oh, Jose" I sang, as I spun around the kitchen in my bare feet and new phalo blue silk kimono a present from Jose from his last business trip to Japan.
Jose gave me the kimono on the first anniversary of our first week together. He said it was made by an ancient kimono making family from Okanawa. He had so many refined and cultured ways about him, and yet he could be down to earth and goofy showing a spontaneous and vulnerable side. "Oh, Jose", I said as I imagined him being in the room, feeling his gentle touch and ways. In a dreamy sigh as I imagined hi dancing a latino mumba around the marbled floors beneath my whimsical and lively feet. My soul samg with completeness. It was as though I had become invinsible lightness, breathing in Jose's magical energy feeling more and more alive in a beautiful world.
had previous to Jose Serre's slipping into my life. Yesterday could be completely forgotten. All that mattered to me was the immediate world of this man. His attractive qualities were obvious, but beyond the ruggedly romantic good lucks Jose had the magnetic thing going on inside this desired man of knowledge.