Ramona's Lover

Your Eyes

Ramona....someone everyone wanted to have. Heck she was one of those things that's you couldn't live without. She was beautiful, glossy, her light tan body sent shivers down a person's spine. Anyone could take her, still she was meant to be only one person's. She was patient while others held her, yet she waited for one person to take her home, the person she would be with for a lifetime.

Looking through the window, she saw him. Back then he was just another person who seemed interested. Just another boring person. But when he touched her..she knew he was the one...he was the one who could handle her.

His touch felt just right and she glowed even more, her tan body shining like the sun.

He played her just right, she was surprised, no one had done so well the first time.

She felt a thrill when she found out he would take her. She was going with the one...the one she was waiting for.

She found out later his name was Jay. This gentle caring man was the first person she could actually call her own. The first to give her so much attention.

He would cradle her in his arms and sing melodies which she never dreamed could be sung in this world.

Jay was so caring, that he wouldn't let anybody else touch her, Ramona felt safe in his arms. For the first time she felt loved! She couldn't describe her feelings for this person.

He would play her just right, her strings were his to command. He made her feel like the most special thing in the whole world. When he was with her, they both were in their own world, not caring what anyone else ever said.

She was always by his side, on special occasions, and even when he was feeling alone. She was with him whenever she could, even when his parents were against her being there so much.

He looked so proud carrying Ramona, she felt so happy being by his side. People looked at her with envy, and she knew she was the luckiest girl in the world. No one could find such a smooth player like him. She knew his technique was flawless and she was the only one who could brag about it

She was his...no one could take her away from his side. She was meant to be his to play. His lovely guitar.