My Intimate Experience Narrative

The blades of the "OX" standing fan beside me blurred into one as it speedily rotated, supplying a rush of fresh air over me. Cooling my body and drying off my sweat. It had been a long service, after shouting, walking around and praying. I was exhausted, needed to rest, to have someone rub my feet and make me laugh. Someone to share my thought with and the only person I could think of was Heaven.

Where could she be? My eyes wandered around the crowd in search for her and saw her amidst two other girls chatting and smiling.

I watched her like she had the stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet. Right there, I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let go.

I wanted to call her but couldn't find my voice. So with my eyes pinned on her, I waited patiently for her eyes to find me and when our eyes lock.

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Her lips formed the perfect smile and she waved softly.

I signaled her to come over to the altar. With an angelic smile, her high heels slapping against the white tiles, her heavy dark gown swinging, she walked like royalty to me and sat on the empty seat beside me.

Her hand accidentally met mine. My skin tingled where she touched me and my heart beat erratically in my chest so hard that I thought it might fly out. There were butterflies - no, lions - in my chest, but it felt good.

Her warmth seeped into my being and she comforted me without ever opening his mouth. How I wanted to melt into her like ice-cream on a warm porcelain bowl, like I belonged next to her, and she belongs next to me.

"Heaven, you really look beautiful" I complimented with her wearing a captivating smile of my own.

"Thanks, Pastor Alex" she responded shying away.

"You are welcome. Hope you enjoyed the service?"

"Yes, I did. Your message was very powerful"

"It is from the Lord. I'm only a massager" I whispered and an awful silence before the both of us. To break the ice, I turn to her face in search of a clue on the next thing to talk about. Our eyes met in that magical moment. Her breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. There was something in her eyes, l never saw in that of another woman. At that moment our souls have made a bridge.

"Heaven" I mouthed.

"Yes"

Oh God, I wished I could just get down on one knee and ask her to marry me that very moment, but that won't be possible. She won't agree. Yes, she likes me, maybe even love me but not to the extent of getting married.

"Will you be free this evening?" I managed to ask.

The "OX" standing fan kept blowing her hair into her face. "Yes," she answered slowly brushing the hair from her face. "Is there anything you want me to do for you?" she asked innocently.

"No, not at all"

"Ok. What then?" her eyes illuminated with curiosity.

"I want us to go out on a date" I looked away pretending to adjust properly into my seat. Praying inside my heart she agrees.

She placed her hand on mine and pulled close. The heat from his fingers creeps into my consciousness, warming up my blood. It felt like the feathers of angels. Something I haven't experienced in the last five years. What is the special thing about this girl that makes me feel like this? I wondered. How can I be having a million feelings, a thousand thoughts, and a hundred memories just for one person?

"Is that what you are asking me slowly?" she asked.

I felt my heart skipped a beat, I couldn't believe my ears. She really wants to go out on a date with me.

"Is that a yes?" I asked excitedly.

A sexy smile curved upon her pretty dark face, she nodded slowly.

"Is Seven Pm at Delicious Bite ok by you?" I inquired.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Ok. Should I come and pick you up?"

"No" she shook her head, "I will come and meet you there" she added.

"Alright dear"

"I need to hurry home and prepare launch for my mother" she stood gently, dragged up the folds of her cheap dinner gown and began her slow walk from my presence.