Post by "The Hebrew Hammer" Serujah on Sept 20, 2016 11:02:39 GMT -5
If I lived in your neighborhood.....
You probably would not have noticed the gangly, gawky, a little chubby, but not much, girl with the big bright eyes and smile. Who was outgoing and shy at the same time. Who loved to wander the neighborhood on warm afternoons and cool evenings as I grew up year after year.
You would not have noticed that as I wandered the neighborhood, I would say hi to passersby, and people working in their yards. You would not have noticed that I would stop to watch the children playing and at times when invited join in a game of hopscotch or even jump rope. You would not have noticed that on those warm days I would walk barefoot, sloshing through the gutters filled with cool water, run off from lawns being watered or cars being washed, my arms outspread as I would fly through them, splashing to my hearts content.
You would not have noticed that in the winter months when it was frosty outside, I would be bundled up warm in my coat, mittens, scarf and hat and walk along the sidewalks stepping on the occasional ice covered patch of water in the gutters, hearing my laughter at the cracking sound it made. During the fall, you would not have noticed that as I walked I would make sure to step on each and every leaf along my path... and giggle with delight as they crunched under my feet. You probably would not have noticed that during a lovely spring shower, a warm sprinkling, I would be out walking in it, in shorts and barefooted, my face toward the sky, tongue out to collect the droplets.
You would not have noticed my love for the neighborhood cats, and how I befriended all that would let me pet them. I would give them my own special name, and my favorite, Duchess, I would carry on my shoulders, her head on one shoulder, her feet on the other, my own live fur stole. You would not have noticed my dancing in my own front yard, in the rain, in the sun or just because I was happy. You would not have noticed that my fear of dogs would send me to the other side of the street whenever I was walking and one would run to the fence and bark, or one on a leash coming toward me with its owner. There would have been so much that you would not have noticed....
You may not have been aware of me as one day in passing you, while you were in your yard, my friendly hello. You may not even have responded. You may not have noticed that I would smile as I watched your children playing in their yard, and known that I would have said hi to them on many occasions.
You may not have noticed me at the park one Saturday afternoon, most likely swinging to the highest heights, as you brought your children over, their mother shopping for the afternoon, they getting restless at home, and you needing a break from it all, saying, "how about we go to the park and play awhile?"
I would have watched you from my lofty place, my eyes opening as I hear your children's happy and excited voices, their laughter as you all approached the park. Running on little legs to sandboxes, slides and swings. And you coming along behind, "be careful"... your warning of love to them.
You would not have noticed that after awhile I would slow my swing and after a good jumping off landing, or just slowing to a stop, that I would make my way over to your children and say hi. I knew who they were, of course, having seen them and speaking to them in their own yard.
You will now notice the girl who is talking to your children and gotten off the bench to come over to make sure I was not doing anything inappropriate with them. I would have shyly smiled at you and said... "hi, how are you? can I play with your kids?" And you would have seen the sparkle in my eye as I awaited your answer. Heard your children's excited voices, because they knew me from home and that I was kind and gentle with them. Seeing the excitement filling your children and my look too, you would graciously agree. Settling back on the bench watching.
You would notice how I cared for them, showing interest in them, building sand creations with them, taking them down the slide, holding their hands, laughing with them, pushing them on the swings. Holding the smallest on my lap to swing too, one arm lovingly around to make sure they didn't fall off, swinging gently to and fro... back and forth. Running with them through the grass and rolling into a pile as we fell laughing together. And perhaps somewhere along the way you would have gotten off your bench and come over to interact with us, me... and your children. And we would laugh together also, and smile at each other, and as our skin touched on occasions, just out of accident.... how we would feel..
And I would ask to walk you all back home when it was time and giving them each a hug and a promise to play again another day, I would say good-bye to you... feeling a connection... Because we have one, you know... and looking over my shoulder at you as I walk away only to discover you watching me go. The kids running toward the house, ready to go inside, but you linger... not wanting it to end, nor do I, I smile and wave and you do as well....
And the days would have continued, and soon you would have found yourself looking out the window to see when I was walking by. And I would walk exceptionally slow past your house in hopes of a glimpse of you.. And then... one day... looking at your watch, you would know that its time for my afternoon walk and 5 minutes before I was to come walking by, you would make any excuse to come outside... and we would see each other and smile and I would stop for a moment to say hi... and you would say... "the kids miss you... they had fun at the park..."
And I would say... "me too. I'll be there on Saturday, again." And you would make all efforts to be there and we would have the same kind of day, only this day we would spend a little more time on the bench talking... getting to know each other.
And as the days pass, you would send the kids out just before I would come by and I would stop to talk and they would say... "oh Serujah, can you stay and play?" and I would say... "ask your daddy." To which they all would run as fast as their little legs could carry them to see if you would agree.
And then before we both knew it, the feelings would have grown and the chemistry would make us ache... and one day... you would come out to the yard as I walk by and say... "hi Seru." and I would reply... "hi, where are the kids today?" "gone with their mother." and I would look into your eyes and I would see it and you would see it in mine... the desire... yes... desire... and if you didn't make the first move I would say... "maybe you would like to go to the park with me?" a little smile on my lips. And you would only smile back... and I would know you didn't.... but.... and I would say.... "well maybe we could just go inside and talk?" and you would say.... "
"I would like that." And off we would go. Innocent at first, the talking would be.... then I would move closer to you on the couch.. So close you could almost feel my skin touching yours... and you would get red faced and a little shy... and I would "accidentally" move my thigh which would bump yours. Looking into your eyes I would lean forward, scared, trembling, nervous, yes.... but... still... and kiss you. And you would be surprised but not able to help yourself, kiss me back.. And soon there would touching... then sexual touching.... and then.... the most gentle of men making love to a young girl who soo wanted you. And you would feel how I want you in my reactions to you, hear it in my sighing, moaning, gasping, breathing, even in the beating of my heart. We would be one, together.
You probably would not have noticed the gangly, gawky, a little chubby, but not much, girl with the big bright eyes and smile. Who was outgoing and shy at the same time. Who loved to wander the neighborhood on warm afternoons and cool evenings as I grew up year after year.
You would not have noticed that as I wandered the neighborhood, I would say hi to passersby, and people working in their yards. You would not have noticed that I would stop to watch the children playing and at times when invited join in a game of hopscotch or even jump rope. You would not have noticed that on those warm days I would walk barefoot, sloshing through the gutters filled with cool water, run off from lawns being watered or cars being washed, my arms outspread as I would fly through them, splashing to my hearts content.
You would not have noticed that in the winter months when it was frosty outside, I would be bundled up warm in my coat, mittens, scarf and hat and walk along the sidewalks stepping on the occasional ice covered patch of water in the gutters, hearing my laughter at the cracking sound it made. During the fall, you would not have noticed that as I walked I would make sure to step on each and every leaf along my path... and giggle with delight as they crunched under my feet. You probably would not have noticed that during a lovely spring shower, a warm sprinkling, I would be out walking in it, in shorts and barefooted, my face toward the sky, tongue out to collect the droplets.
You would not have noticed my love for the neighborhood cats, and how I befriended all that would let me pet them. I would give them my own special name, and my favorite, Duchess, I would carry on my shoulders, her head on one shoulder, her feet on the other, my own live fur stole. You would not have noticed my dancing in my own front yard, in the rain, in the sun or just because I was happy. You would not have noticed that my fear of dogs would send me to the other side of the street whenever I was walking and one would run to the fence and bark, or one on a leash coming toward me with its owner. There would have been so much that you would not have noticed....
You may not have been aware of me as one day in passing you, while you were in your yard, my friendly hello. You may not even have responded. You may not have noticed that I would smile as I watched your children playing in their yard, and known that I would have said hi to them on many occasions.
You may not have noticed me at the park one Saturday afternoon, most likely swinging to the highest heights, as you brought your children over, their mother shopping for the afternoon, they getting restless at home, and you needing a break from it all, saying, "how about we go to the park and play awhile?"
I would have watched you from my lofty place, my eyes opening as I hear your children's happy and excited voices, their laughter as you all approached the park. Running on little legs to sandboxes, slides and swings. And you coming along behind, "be careful"... your warning of love to them.
You would not have noticed that after awhile I would slow my swing and after a good jumping off landing, or just slowing to a stop, that I would make my way over to your children and say hi. I knew who they were, of course, having seen them and speaking to them in their own yard.
You will now notice the girl who is talking to your children and gotten off the bench to come over to make sure I was not doing anything inappropriate with them. I would have shyly smiled at you and said... "hi, how are you? can I play with your kids?" And you would have seen the sparkle in my eye as I awaited your answer. Heard your children's excited voices, because they knew me from home and that I was kind and gentle with them. Seeing the excitement filling your children and my look too, you would graciously agree. Settling back on the bench watching.
You would notice how I cared for them, showing interest in them, building sand creations with them, taking them down the slide, holding their hands, laughing with them, pushing them on the swings. Holding the smallest on my lap to swing too, one arm lovingly around to make sure they didn't fall off, swinging gently to and fro... back and forth. Running with them through the grass and rolling into a pile as we fell laughing together. And perhaps somewhere along the way you would have gotten off your bench and come over to interact with us, me... and your children. And we would laugh together also, and smile at each other, and as our skin touched on occasions, just out of accident.... how we would feel..
And I would ask to walk you all back home when it was time and giving them each a hug and a promise to play again another day, I would say good-bye to you... feeling a connection... Because we have one, you know... and looking over my shoulder at you as I walk away only to discover you watching me go. The kids running toward the house, ready to go inside, but you linger... not wanting it to end, nor do I, I smile and wave and you do as well....
And the days would have continued, and soon you would have found yourself looking out the window to see when I was walking by. And I would walk exceptionally slow past your house in hopes of a glimpse of you.. And then... one day... looking at your watch, you would know that its time for my afternoon walk and 5 minutes before I was to come walking by, you would make any excuse to come outside... and we would see each other and smile and I would stop for a moment to say hi... and you would say... "the kids miss you... they had fun at the park..."
And I would say... "me too. I'll be there on Saturday, again." And you would make all efforts to be there and we would have the same kind of day, only this day we would spend a little more time on the bench talking... getting to know each other.
And as the days pass, you would send the kids out just before I would come by and I would stop to talk and they would say... "oh Serujah, can you stay and play?" and I would say... "ask your daddy." To which they all would run as fast as their little legs could carry them to see if you would agree.
And then before we both knew it, the feelings would have grown and the chemistry would make us ache... and one day... you would come out to the yard as I walk by and say... "hi Seru." and I would reply... "hi, where are the kids today?" "gone with their mother." and I would look into your eyes and I would see it and you would see it in mine... the desire... yes... desire... and if you didn't make the first move I would say... "maybe you would like to go to the park with me?" a little smile on my lips. And you would only smile back... and I would know you didn't.... but.... and I would say.... "well maybe we could just go inside and talk?" and you would say.... "
"I would like that." And off we would go. Innocent at first, the talking would be.... then I would move closer to you on the couch.. So close you could almost feel my skin touching yours... and you would get red faced and a little shy... and I would "accidentally" move my thigh which would bump yours. Looking into your eyes I would lean forward, scared, trembling, nervous, yes.... but... still... and kiss you. And you would be surprised but not able to help yourself, kiss me back.. And soon there would touching... then sexual touching.... and then.... the most gentle of men making love to a young girl who soo wanted you. And you would feel how I want you in my reactions to you, hear it in my sighing, moaning, gasping, breathing, even in the beating of my heart. We would be one, together.
