__________by Kinsey
(Dear Reader, please feel free to substitute your name or that special lady's
name wherever Kenisha appears.)
So your name is Kenisha, huh? What a name. To feel that name roll off my
lips is so sexy to me. Then again, a sexy name for a sexy lady. But what am
I saying? We've never met! What can be so powerful that it gives you
control to embrace my mind----my body? Imagination----is what. To know is
nothing; to imagine is everything! I imagine you to be soft & gentle; in
your word I know this to be true but your body I can only envision femininity
& erotica. Is this to be held true? Can what I imagine about you be a reality?
So your name is Kenisha, huh? What's in a name? Sexiness? Sultriness? Is
it the sound of your voice that has brought about this instant passion? Is
it your tone? Your dialect? Your words? I hear the movement of your
lips--parting--as you speak to me.
Kenisha, I say again, Kenisha--to call someone else that name has no bearing
on all you put in me. To say your name & know it is you I am calling goes
deep within me---deeper that gravity.
Girl, what have you done to me? You've taken words & fused them with sound
to ignite a desire I should not have for you. Hell, I haven't even
met you.. So how can I be sure that what I'm feeling is genuine?
How can they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder when it is the mind
that dictates our perception of beauty.
Nevertheless, you are a gorgeous woman-Kenisha- with whom I one day look
forward to sharing my life.
