Dream Woman

My Dream Woman Teresa this silky brown woman her breasts surged upward seeking the heavens. Her hair, a cascade of ebony, reached to the small of back and down there, between voluminous thighs a honeycomb of lustre, not given freely to any bee that passed her way. She called me a blond Viking – I´m bald now- and we sailed to St. Lucia to meet her parents. Wedding an no expenses were spared, but then disaster struck and I had leave. When I returned Teresa had married am engineer, and I said: how come you could do this to me? Her answer was simple, the wedding was set and If the groom didn´t show up, she would be a laughingstock on the Island... and that is why I never married and still is a bachelor forever looking for a woman like Teresa.