The Life That Is Mine

Sunshine and Basketball...two things that make me very happy...two things that I simultaneously have today. The temperature has hit 70 in Cleveland ...and it is truly amazing how different my overall mood automatically feels on a day like this. Throughout my day on campus, I jump at each opportunity to breathe in and enjoy that fresh air, that sunshine that gently wraps my body in its warmth. For the first time in months, I walk extra slowly between classes...my head held high...no longer needing to hide myself from the whipping, freezing winds of our vicious winter weather. A smile automatically consumes my face for no particular reason other than the fact that it is simply beautiful all around me. Finally...a true sign that Spring and Summer are indeed on their way. I am fully energized today...unable to sit still...I feel as though I could run a marathon without tiring...without losing the smile on my face.

So now, I will escape back to my days as a young girl...picking up my basketball in the summer time...and losing myself in my imagination. I will relax, breathe and remember my fantasies of scoring the game winning shot over Michael Jordan as the sun set beyond the court and sweat dripped off of my nose. I will remember the dreams I had of playing in the NBA...along side Mark Price...Grant Hill...and all of the heroes who used to play with me each day in my driveway...when my greatest worry was the 3 seconds left on the clock of a tied game...with the ball in my hands.

Sunshine and basketball...what a wonderful combination!

She got to lay with him again. She got to feel his body around hers. As she lay there, she slowly memorized every inch of his body with the soft touch of her fingertips. She trembled at the touch of his hands on her body. She wants him to want her.
He removed the small elastic band that held her hair back, allowing her long, soft tresses to drop loosely and wildly around her face. He smiled...and she melted. She slowly rolled onto her back...her heart pounding...racing with the excitement of having him to herself for that moment. She wants him to want her...she wants his heart to race too.
As he straddled himself over her body, she'd swear you could hear her heartbeat out loud...that you could actually see it pulsing right through her chest. She watched intensely as he removed his shirt up over his head...slowly revealing the body for which she lusts. His smooth caramel skin, his large, dominating chest, his chiseled abs and sharply cut arms were something most girls only see in magazines.
He undoubtedly desires her at this moment...as he gently kisses her body with his full, ample lips...chills race through her body reminding her of the power that his touch has over her skin. She grabs his shoulders and pulls his face to hers...she loses herself in his kiss...each of her senses become heightened to a surreal, sensitive state as she feels his body on top of hers...committing to memory the feel of his lips against hers...the feel of his warm nose against hers that is still cold...attempting to soak up every single aspect of that moment. She wants him to remember too. She wants him to want her.
She barely slept that night. Although exhausted, she lay awake in his arms...reluctant to close her eyes...reluctant to miss a single moment of this night. She continually traced various patterns across his stomach with her delicate stroke...as he slowly drifted off into his sleep. She did not stop her gently carress. Her fingers gracefully danced across his body as her mind became flooded with questions...with thoughts...she wants him to want her.
Her neck began to ache...she didn't care. The arm that was positioned under his body had fallen asleep as tingles ran through her hand...she didn't care. She would rather remain uncomfortable than risk disturbing his serene state...than risk him repositioning which could result in his hand retreating from its place in the small of her back. Tomorrow, she wanted him to remember how good he felt and how well he slept when he was with her. She lay awake, her head rising and falling with his chest...she studied the perfectly smooth skin of his face and neck...again using her delicate touch to travel across his lips...his temples...his ears....his neck. She wonders if he has ever studied her face...if he had ever memorized the curves of her body. She wonders where his dreams have taken him...and she wishes they'd take her too.
At the thought, her heart smiles. She is so safe in his arms...she wants to freeze this moment and remain forever safe in his embrace. She wants him to want to keep her in his safe embrace. She wants him to want her.
In only another hour, she knows they must part...anxiety twists her stomach into a tangled disarray. She knows that thoughts of him will consume her throughout the day ahead. She wants him to think of her too.
She wants him to want her.