Beautifully Imperfect

The Heat of the Spotlight

“Love breaks my bones and I laugh.” – Charles Bukowski

Avion

She was going to be his future wife, his heart pounded in his chest as he made a silent vow to himself. He had only met her for the second time, but he knew she was the one. There was no doubt in his mind. He would spend the rest of his days by her side. His body throbbed with desire as he imagined her in his arms, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace as she said his name over and over while he gave her true, passionate pleasure.
“Don’t waste your time she’s turned down anyone and everyone who’s approached her women included” Allister told him lighting his cigar he held it out to him he shook his head he was going to foe
“Of course she did they weren’t me she’s mine, and I’m going to be hers”  he told him he was all about manifesting and speaking things into existence, Allister chuckled.
“ I have always admired  your confidence and can do attitude my friend you know what I’m rooting foe you”  he grinned Allister had always had his back just like he had his they supported one another through the good and the bad and he cherished their friendship these days it was hard to find genuine people so when you did you treated them right and held onto them.

“gracias Allister” he held his drink up Allister lifted his glass as well they clicked glasses before tossing them back the bartender was quick to come refill them he would make sure to tip her nicely at the end of the night. He turned his attention to the stage as the velvet curtains parted, revealing a dimly lit stage. A black  grand piano stood center stage, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the stage lights. At the piano sat his future wife, Honey, her silhouette cast against the backdrop. Her delicate fingers hovered over the keys, poised to begin. The audience, captivated by the anticipation, held their breath. As her delicate fingers touched the keys, a sultry melody filled the air. Her voice, rich and smooth, flowed out like liquid honey, captivating the audience. Her Italian accent added a touch of exotic allure, making her sound even more beautiful and sexy. As she sang, her eyes closed, her body swaying gently to the rhythm of the music. The audience was spellbound, their attention riveted on the mesmerizing spectacle before them. Every note that escaped her lips seemed to carry with it a powerful emotion, touching the hearts of those who listened. Her voice, a symphony of passion and vulnerability, filled the room with a sense of longing and desire. As she reached the crescendo of the song, her voice soared, filling the air with a breathtaking intensity. The audience erupted in applause, their admiration for her talent evident in their enthusiastic response. As the night wore on, her performance continued to captivate. Each song was a masterpiece, her voice soaring through the air like a bird in flight. The stage lights cast her in a mesmerizing glow, highlighting the intensity of her expression. Avion, captivated by the mesmerizing spectacle before him, was awestruck and aroused,, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. Her voice filled him with a sense of longing and excitement. As she concluded her final note, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. A wave of emotion washed over Avion as he witnessed the end of this extraordinary performance. The curtains slowly closed, enveloping her in darkness. A sense of awe and wonder lingered in the air, leaving a lasting impression on all who had been fortunate enough to experience this unforgettable show.

“If I know what love is, it is because of you.” —Hermann Hesse

Honey
I stepped off the stage, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush of my performance. As I made my way towards my table, I was intercepted by a man. He was tall and handsome, with a confident smile that seemed to light up the room. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting, “I couldn’t help but notice your performance. It was absolutely breathtaking.” I paused, my eyes widening slightly in surprise. While I always enjoyed compliments, I was especially pleased to hear that my performance had been so well-received. I had given my all on stage, and I wanted nothing more than for people to enjoy themselves. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”The man leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Would you like to join me for dinner?” he asked. I hesitated, my mind racing. I wasn’t interested at all. I glanced down at my watch, feigning surprise. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said, “ I have people waiting for me.” The man’s face fell, but he nodded understandingly. “Perhaps another time,” he said. I smiled politely. “Maybe,” I replied. As I turned to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that I had avoided a potential awkward situation. Just as I was about to step away, Avion approached me. He had been watching the exchange from a distance, and he gave the man a knowing look. “I’ll take care of her,” he said, taking my hand. The man nodded and walked away, his disappointment evident. Avion and I continued on our way, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for his timely intervention. Even though Avion was another man I wanted to avoid, I was grateful for his help in getting me out of that situation. I was surprised to find that I enjoyed his touch despite my initial reservations. As we approached our table, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort. It was as if he had a way of making me feel safe and protected. But why? And why him?