Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 09:18:58 -0800 (PST) From: Sunil Narayan Subject: "My Army Man" My Army Man There is a place in the woods where me and my husband sleep I rest my head on his chest while he holds me tightly His desire to keep me against his body is his heart holding on to me The look in his eyes is almost a multiple layer of emotions I see dominance and passion Then I look deeper and I see love and possessiveness Then I look further down and I see his soul looking at me There is always a way to get through him because my nature is alluring The first time he laid eyes on me was when I was bathing in the lake I didn't know he was watching My long hair wet stuck to my body To him I was a nymph The first time he didn't say anything and just stood behind the bushes The second time I was getting out of the warm water to dry myself He came up to me and introduced himself I grabbed my towel and wrapped myself At that point there was no reason to shield my beauty I turned around and dropped it He picked me up in his arms and carried me to his cabin The first few hours were so intense I had no idea what was happening I felt scared that he was a rapist Though his dirty and rough hands would pull me under him so he could smell my skin and hair Who was this man? Was he a woodsman? A farmer? A business man? That day left me clueless so I never knew All I knew was that he wanted me to be his wife and I didn't say no How could I tell? Well, his heart was beating fast and beads of sweat rolled off his forehead onto my face At first I thought he was just nervous but then I felt the heat from his body and his short breaths against my face There was no way this man who had a big and hairy body with an unshaven face and strong eyes that would want to have sex with me at that moment He wanted to see if I was real That night he touched me to see if I could handle it His skin felt rough as sandpaper But it was enough to make me want him His face smelled like wood so he was probably a logger I tried to look the other way But he would grab my face and kiss me His lips were dry and I didn't mind His tongue was warm and sticky and I didn't mind I learned in my marriage to David that a man has to be opposite of his wife His masculinity has to compliment's his wife's femininity A man needs a wifey in order to be happy And a feminine man needs a husband in order to be happy Without either nature a relationship will not last