Tear stained pillowcases filled your bedroom as you slept peacefully. Every day she would still wake up with a smile on her face and do her best to make sure everything in your world was beautiful. Soon you started to treat her as an afterthought yet you were always the first thing on her mind. One day he spotted her…stunning with a hint of sadness in her eyes…just the type of woman he was looking for. He started to admire her from afar. Not in a creepy way but in the same way that artists who are viewing the Mona Lisa for the first time appreciate her. Imperfect but filled with beauty….they would see even the broken parts of her as breathtaking. And so his eyes gleamed whenever he said good morning to her. It would take her weeks to even notice him though because you were always in her heart. He started a friendship with her. Paying close attention to her likes and her dislikes. It was then and only then did she notice the intensity in his eyes. His dark brown eyes were saying “Come with me! Choose me!” The moment she spotted temptation she started asking you to come to work functions and pay more attention to her interests. At first, she would make suggestions of things you both could do together but something always came up that was more important than her. Each day he drew her in more to the point she was starting to think that he just may be the one for her. Slowly she started to pull away from you but not before sending out warning shots after warning shots that your love was in trouble. Love alone cannot survive. It needs to be continuously watered by faith, trust, commitment, security, and respect. Each time you would ignore the warnings…always expecting her love to be great…greater than yours…enough to keep your relationship alive. She grew tired and bored of her nights with you…while anticipating her mornings and days with him. He loved everything about the way she carried herself. Sexy. Confident. And Caring. He even met her family once (as a friend) and admired how close she was with her brother. He could see that this stunning woman with a hint of sadness in her eyes was a neglected treasure. Soon he made his move. He asked her to leave you and give him a chance. He promised evenings filled with laughter and nights that turned into mornings filled with lovemaking. Moments of him learning her body and tasting and drinking her as if he had been a man lost in the desert for months that was just granted his first meal. Enticing moments of him brushing pass her at work…running his fingers up and down her arm as if to warn her of the passion that will be unlocked from the streets of NYC to his bedroom. No stone was left unturned. This beauty could travel freely to any level of his universe. Speaking of his universe….that first kiss! It was like your woman had not been kissed in a decade. Her lips felt like those of a virgin who had no clue how to turn them into weapons of passion. And when she first tasted him out in the rain…on the streets of NYC…she moaned with each kiss. One night after they went on a date….they were holding hands and laughing as he suddenly pushed her into an alleyway. Surprised…he held up against a building as he ravished her lips and her breasts while soft tapping rain fell. He could not wait to get her alone. He wanted the world to know that YOUR woman was now HIS…and there was no limits to the pleasure he would bring her…no location where he would not try to be inside her. And even over dinner as she enjoyed every bite of her meal he pleasured her under the table with his gentle hands. All of this…and he had yet to sex your woman. He wanted to show her romance. Show her interest. Show her care. Give her time and affection. He wanted to make sure no one could caress her with the intensity he did. This man was no fool. He knew he did not have her heart so he set out to conquer all other aspects of her…hoping it would be enough for her to stay forever. When he worked long hours…he told her that it was for THEIR future. He had no hesitation in telling her where she fit in his life. He wanted her with him always! And on the day he finally entered your woman…her tightness and wet pussy let him know that he had won the jackpot. This pussy had no name tattooed on it. It was HIS for the taking…the enticing…and to mold into hours of succulent pleasure. Your woman had not been TOUCHED in a while. Anyone can sex a woman but this man made sure he took notice and worked his way around every angle of her body. And even though he never made her climax…she appreciated the fact that he put in the EFFORT. He even told her he loved her before you did. Time went by and even though she was no longer yours…you dwelled in her heart. Soon she realized that it was time to move on from him. No love could ever grow there. He focused more on controlling her instead of nurturing the relationship. He thought he could keep her and soon became obsessed with the idea of losing her. But she still left. Not to go back to you but to go at it alone. She wanted her freedom from hurt and disappointment. Then one day, out of no where, you appeared and all the love she had for you resurfaced. Wherever dead and buried place your love laid in the time spent apart, her love for you was still strong enough to fight through all of that. And so you two began again as you promised to never make her feel like an afterthought or second choice to anyone or anything in your life. Things are going well and a new start feels possible. But I beg of you…please check her pillowcases every morning. Never let a single tear fall on them again…for he sexed your woman…and this is his manifesto. He’s still fighting for her but even if he gave up…never forget that there will be others….~KJM on Hump Day! Love purposefully or don’t bother calling it love?