Mina is dating Michael Jackson renowned mega star and bearer of many hearts across the world. She shares time with him on the Dangerous tour until she's sidetracked by what's been exposed to her. Issues of conflicting thoughts commence once Mina's e...
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Two hands in Tahiti searching for a get away escapism granted them peace in a time they needed it the most. Spring of 1999 brought them plenty of memories. Being able to live out their lives innocently and doing things they hadn't imagined of doing any other time. Basking in their cosmic connection. After a joyous night that involved skinny dipping and hysterical laughter, the two winded down inside their private cabin. Only the light of the moon reflecting towards the close waters. Their room panders with the minimal light just the right pinch to set the tone for the night. Erotic senses of touch feathered amongst the two .
The polarizing combination of Patchouli and black orchid embedded into the pheromones of Michael's cool toned body. The silage of his dark sultry aroma clouded the space between them. A scent that almost had an aphrodisiac effect on Mina. Whenever Michael was away she could stretch her nostrils to smell the presence of him on his clothing, their sheets, the walls of their home.
As they emerge into the start of a new beginning they lie gazing at the fluorescent sky. Michael's enlarged hands clasped at the spread of Mina's hips. Tracing his nose into the warmth of her neck. His eyes closed as he breathed her in, his left hand transitioning onto the midsection of her stomach. His breath trickled towards the outline of her right ear.
"Mina.."
He said slowly exhaling into her ear.
"Yes baby?"
She uttered back softly, grabbing a hold of his wrist to signal to him that she wanted the grips of his hands tighter at her waist. A smile peered onto her lips as he placed kisses in between the low line of her jaw and onto shoulders. She traced the spotted vitiligo that was etched onto the sides of his wrist. "Do you know how much I love you?" He planted a peck on her inner ear before molding the grip of his hands onto her thighs.
"I've waited my whole life for a woman like you. Your love keeps me whole." He began kissing the butterfly tattoo that was placed on her lower back, "MJJ" was inked at the lower end of tattoo. Michael caressed the sides of her hips. "I've been waiting the whole night for this." He placed a firm grip on Mina's left ass cheek before trailing the tip of his tongue besides his grip. The soft core bites that followed provoked Mina to let out a throat chuckle.
"I'll always be yours". Firmly flipping her over asserting his dominance over the woman he had undoubtedly sealed an eternal connection with. An evoking want between the two was enough to heat up the room. Sweat building up, moisture rising between their tight embrace. Mina placed her fingers beneath the nape of Michael's neck in slow swayed movements. The sounds of his lips placing tight suctions on her aroused skin drove her insane. Her body jerked against his. He removed his lips away from her breast then attached them to hers. Mina moaned at the taste of his lips.
"I can finally leave this world in peace knowing what real love looks like. What recieving uncondtional love feels like.When I made you my wife it healed me. It sewed pieces of my wounded soul. You rejuvenate me, replenishing me in ways I never knew I needed. Mon amour idéal. I need you in my life forever. You're the other half I never want to go without." He laid on his back, pulling her body on top of him with care. Her lips set a kiss onto his cheekbones. Mina chuckled as the softness of his lips attached to her skin. She was also intrigued at his french wondering when he decided to learn romantic phrases.
"You're the love of my life. I never want to go a single second breathing air if I can't share those breathes with you. I wouldn't want any other man as my husband or the father of our children." She grabbed his hand and pressed her lips onto his knuckles. Mina knew from the first moment she set eyes on him, the first time he held her in his arms, that she wanted forever plus etenity with Michael Joe Jackson. Michael could also agree that where there was black and white she added color to his life. Covering him with love. He was all the man for her and she was all the woman for him.
They left their wedding bands in the room on this paticular night. Although Michael wasn't big on hand jewlery he made the sacrfice to showcase the immense love he had for Mina. Before their escape to the Tahtian island they got matching tattoos of their initials on their ring finger. A placeholder for when they got tired of their rings.
Life for them was different, the start of something that they both thought would be a fevered dream. They showered one another with a new begining. It felt like a pixar film, an animation that most realties never experience. The first night on the island they cried. Their souls cleansed each other, they healed one another. The private island was there's. Their new home. They spent time throughout their recent stay with their daughter, Evora. Leaving her with the nanny when they wanted alone time. Enjoying the new location was so refreshing. Majority of the time they molded and dressed their skin to the elements of the water and sand.
Michael's intention for purchasing the private island was so they could start a family. He found out before they left to escape for the island that Mina was 4 months pregnant with their son. There wasn't a day that Michael didn't cater to Mina. He was so greatful for the gift of life that she was carrying inside of her. Every morning he made her sit in the sand as close to the contact of the ocean as possible. He washed her feet. He was insistent that the water would bless their marriage and bless her womb. In good faith he believed that he was spraying the remnants of God onto her. Baby Noel Joe Jackson was expected around mid fall, each passing day was sacred to them.
This was peace, eternal paradise under their rules, their commands. Everything was real, in the light and in the dark the picture was painted. The sun and the night shining stars were a reflection of time. A reflection of their flaming connection. It was written and ruled in for them since the beginging of time. A regal beauty matching with the royal banding of her prince chraming. He who shields her with armored protection. Clothing her with a viel of eternal unity.
