Eve's Garden

Eve loved him with every fiber in her being, giving myself completely. She couldn't get enough of him. He was her drug, getting her high upon sight. If she could have lived within him, she would have called his person, her home. "How is it that you can love someone so intensely, so completely and yet still feel alone. Awaiting their call, awaiting their touch, awaiting the way only they, can make you feel," she spoke into the air but only silence answered the question. Maybe he didn't feel the same way about her. She never anticipated that would happen, especially not with him. They made love, they kissed, they were made for each other. Eve sighed, missing him more and more. It had been a few days since they last spoke, touched, kissed and she craved him. Her body ached for the passion he provided. But he was nowhere to be found. When she called, he didn't answer. When she texted, he didn't text back. "Should I just go over?" The voice in her head told her "no". That would be a huge mistake. Somehow she knew that when he didn't answer or call, he was with another. Eve closed her eyes instead, and they were together again.

The night was lovely, underneath the beautiful stars and new moon. He rocked next to her in the swing, in the gazebo in her backyard. She loved her yard, the garden flowers smelled intoxicating, Eve leaned her head over, resting it on his strong shoulder, enjoying their time spent together. He was her best friend, her lover and the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. They talked for hours about everything, laughing, being silly and having a great time. They always had a great time together, no matter what. She knew in her heart that he was distant, not like all the other times. His mind seemed elsewhere. Eve asked, "Babe, are you okay? There seems to be something on your mind. Want to talk about it?" His smile warmed her heart. If it were her time to go, she would have died happy, with a smile on her face, next to the person she loved must. Eve wanted to take whatever going on with him away. She kissed his forehead. He smiled. She held his hand in her own, intertwining their fingers. "You know that you can always talk to me about anything, right? I will always be here for you. You are my best friend and I hate seeing you so obviously torn. But, if you don't want to talk about whatever it is, we don't have to. Let's just enjoy this moment and we'll deal with the rest tomorrow." He smiled again but the turmoil was still in his eyes. There was definitely something going on.

Eve stood bringing him up with her. She kissed his lips, cheeks and then placed her arms around his neck. "Dance with me," she said. "Sure", he said. They swayed from side-to-side to the soft jazz playing in the background. He held her tight, close, as if he was trying to hold on to her forever but knew that he was about to lose her. Eve couldn't contain her emotions. She captured his lips again, kissing him tenderly. His tongue met hers and greeted it with the perfect introduction. They kissed for what felt like eternity. When their kiss was over, they gazed into each other's eyes, getting lost. The passion was soaring through the night's air, making the stars and the moon blush. Eve removed his clothes. She used her mouth to seal every inch of his body with a kiss. He moaned with pleasure, feeling his nature rise. He wanted her. She was offering him something that he loved, missed and couldn't get enough of, but his mind was some place else.

Eve slowly removed her own clothing standing in front of him butt naked. She turned to give him a view of all her. He took her in, admiring her lovely delicious curves. He was crazy about her but he was afraid of losing her. He should have said something but his other head was doing all the thinking for him in that moment. Without a second thought, he pulled her into him. His hands roamed her body getting lost in her secret garden. He planted kisses, tilled slowly, fertilizing her entire body with pure delight. Her trimmed bush was landscaped with a light pathway into her flower.  Her soil was rich, soft, watered with an ongoing stream, creating beautiful rows of erotic masterpieces. He prowled, picking each blossom carefully, ravishing her flower, bringing forth a cascade of  raindrops to saturate her garden. She screamed as his weed eater cut away at her Gspot, getting rid on any late bloomers, planting his seeds. When he was done tending her garden, every flower was an amazing beauty, picked, plucked and penetrated perfectly. Eve's garden was well taken care of, she didn't have to worry about her flower ever getting frostbite.

After a wonderful round of lovemaking, he looked deep into her eyes. As he got dressed, Eve lie there beaming like the sun, under the stars and moon. She couldn't stop smiling. She didn't want him to leave but understood that they held separate lives. Tomorrow was a new day and work was a part of both their worlds. But when he leaned down next to her as she wrapped the small blanket around her, he sighed. That was when she realized the sadness lingering in the air. "I have something I need to tell you Eve," he said. She listened. "I should have told you this a long time ago but I didn't want to break your heart. I know how you feel about me and I love you deeply. I just don't love you the way you love me. I mean, you are an awesome woman, sexy and free-spirited. You make me feel like a man and I really do appreciate that. I met someone and I am going to ask her to be my wife." Eve was speechless. Her heart broke into a millions pieces. She felt stupid, worthless, lost. Instead of acting silly, frantic, like most women being thrown to the curve would have, she simply smiled. She kissed him on the cheek, congratulated him and walked inside her house. He stood watching her, feeling like he had just made the worst decision of his life. Eve didn't cry, she wept. That night Eve's garden became lifeless, ugly, dried up. Her life changed completely. Minutes before, she was giving herself to her soul mate, now she was alone, lonely and couldn't do anything about it. She didn't fight for him, didn't see him out as she had so many times before. She looked into the mirror that night taking a good look at herself. She realized that giving more than you should to someone could always lead to being disappointed, taken advantage of and lonely in the end. But she wasn't going to let that cause her to close off the world, to close out love. She was going to use the experience as something to grow from, to replant her garden so that when the next person entered it, she wouldn't be surprised by bugs, weeds or pests because she wouldn't have given free access to her lovely flower. Eve realized that her garden was special, one of a kind and deserved undivided attention from the person she would make her permanent Gardener, not just any ol guy who thought he knew how to pick a flower, when all he knew how to do was cut grass. Eve finally came to the grand conclusion that her garden was worth more than she thought, it was paradise.