He came through the door and gazed into her eyes. This was all she had ever craved. The glance was electric a journey began the momment their eyes locked. Into his soul she drifted as a moth toward the light of a flame. All before was forgotten it had no meaning as life had started upon the grace of his eyes. These windows to his soul were revealed with immense intensity. Derived from his struggles with life the energy thrust forth a glow unknown to her ever before.

 

He was before her in all his glory a man… a SOUTHERN MAN. Real in his prescence the aura of this man’s heritage overpowered her internal fortitude to resist the carnal desire within.It was as if he had an aureole surrounding his being. This halo around him was one of the deep South full of peace. The past was meshed into the present. The history of the region unfolded in the form of this beautiful creature.

 

She felt the passion of the land awaken in her and rise to the crest of it’s past. The Southern wails enveloped her very spirit she was engulfed in it’s volitale nature. Time stood still in his prescence and the slow ,easy,and peaceful sway of his verse calmed her inner self.

 

The ease of his drawl was a missing piece in her quest for completion. Ever reassuring was the sound of his voice. It was the sound of her one and only she recognized him. At last she was whole in heart and spirit, for he had given this woman love’s healing elixir. Grace surrounded this man for he was an image of nobility and gentility in carnate.

 

This bond between them would flourish for evermore. Never shall the flame be put out for it is the drive of all mankind. Southern Man…what a man.