Didjula

Hi, I am Didjula. Have you ever heard the story of the legendary man, who could make any woman fall in love with him. U don't think its possible? Let me assure you, it is. Not very ordinary for today, he was a man that followed in the shadows of other people's hearts. He knew what people really wanted in life and could see their innermost desires. A woman's deepest desires are like flames in a fire that never burn out. When he looked into her eyes it became apparent to him. His chamber of dim candlelight and fresh aromas, smells of mixed fruit flowers from the highest mountains, soon would open his abundance for pleasure. The sensations experienced from the glow of his eyes, the deepness of his voice would soon penetrate her unconcious mind, where there became only one means. United, and unfrivalous, he could hear her soul. What she desired most in life... a man, who could touch her in a way that filled her up inside with the most sensitive consideration. The woman, longing to become vulnerable, knew she would be safe with him.
It was only then the stroke of his guitar that left her with an unfamiliar fate. The melodies transposed to an inner resonance as she fell to the bed. And soon he came, but the guitar was still playing, no longer in his hands, but in his soul. Her soul was like the strings picked in his hands, so soft, warm, and gentle. Each string, embracing her in her deepest essence, and soon her heart thumped like drums, continuing thoughout the night, with no end. A climax of extasy lasting forever. A peaceful knowing that this was forever, this moment of passion and pleasure consumed right then, lasting eternity, and extending to infinity. Knowing no end. That is what she wanted, knowing no end. And that is exactly what she felt. She felt the deepest love stretched beyond the limits of time and space. The man knew life was too complex to define limits and boundries around it. So instead he inhaled her soul and exhaled his into what became the most beautiful interconnection. This is the world that this man opened up for his women. This is my man, Didjula.