Love me tender

I think I would have never talked to Wal (The Brazilian guy) if he hadn’t looked at me as he did.

I remember him waving his hand to me and winking to me.

When he wrote me the first time he told me … you are so cute and guapa.

I would never have thought some hours after this chat, we would be in his hotel room … that he was going to love me tender … that he would bath me … with all the tenderness in the world…

he … he was not full of lust for me … he was full of desire to treat me well and he did.

Thats the way a man should treat me .. I should not forget this.

At times I think maybe he does the same with any girl… but why I think this? I should stop thinking that.. he was with him all those days. He could have spent those night with someone else but he was with me …

We all deserve a love that will love us tender … do not forget it.

 

 

 

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Pretty woman…

I guess I am a pretty woman … Most of my life I have felt as an average girl or even not pretty enough. Specially, when I see all those girls who wears a lot of make up and wear super fancy clothes.

But, many men have told me many times that I am a very pretty girl …

but Wal … he is always making compliments to me: beautiful, pretty woman, hermosa, delicia.

and through his eyes I can see he means what he says.

We cried together … I saw his eyes watering … He kissed my hand and told me how special I was to him. He said the eyes don’t lie. He said he can see through my eyes that I love him, that I care for him. I thought he was crazy, we had just met some days ago.

We were only together 4 days and 4 nights. I didn’t think much about what we were doing. I was just living the moment and I thought after his departure all would end.

But, he still writes me all the time, he sends me pictures … he asks me to send to him pictures of me .. so, I am becoming a selfie addict since I need to take some pic of me for him.  I like doing it.

I don’t miss him, I didn’t have enough time to become attached to him, but I enjoy all the time we spent together.

I don’t regret about anything, being with him was beautiful. He treated me very nicely, tender. It might sounds crazy, but we didn’t fuck … we made love … and yes, we cried on the bed … I dont know why … maybe because between us  there was something special, different, unique. I felt great with him like I have never felt with another man. It was not about the intercourse (that was delicious too), it was all together . He made me felt loved, like no one did before. He didnt make me feel used at all.

Now I believe I am his pretty woman … I am pretty … I am gorgeous …

More than anything … I am his pretty woman …

 

Pretty woman, walkin’ down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy

 

 

This song will always remind me of him … this song is fabolous.