I Could See the Midnight Sun

Ya Brista’s favorite artist of all time is the legendary…

ella…and my favorite song of hers is “The Midnight Sun”. From the very first moment I heard the song, I fell in love with this story of the night two lovers meet. It was exactly what I was looking for in my life, that Midnight Sun moment of such perfect beauty that it seems almost unreal…

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, Warmer than the summer night.
The clouds were like an alabaster palace, Rising to a snowy height.
Each star its own Aurora Borealis, Suddenly you held me tight.
I could see the Midnight Sun.

The best thing about the year I turned 40 was Darius. I first met him online, and for two years, we chatted occasionally as we went about our lives. When we finally met we had a great time, but I didn’t get THE TINGLES, so I thought nothing of it. All of that changed when we met up again at MAL. I was doing a spanking demonstration and I pulled him out of the audience, mainly to see what his ass looked like. He took his pants down without hesitation…darius01darius02darius03…to reveal a perfect little cream-colored butt. He braced himself against the wall, and when he looked back at me, his lips were ruby red. Later that night, I discovered that he could match me, freak for freak.mal01mal02Over the next several weeks, we spent a lot of time together. Our sex was beyond anything I had experienced before. It was brutal and rough, yet tender and passionate and loud.
mal03More importantly, we vibed on an intellectual and emotional level that turned me on as much or even more. kissingWhen I looked at him, my heart would catch in my throat and I would just stare into his eyes as he stroked my hand. I lived for the silence, those moments when he would lay his head on my chest and we would just… breathe. I was trying to resist, trying to learn the lessons of the past…

I can’t explain the silver rain that found me, Or was that a moonlit vale?
The music of the universe around me, Or was that a nightingale?
And then your arms miraculously found me, Suddenly the sky turned pale.
I could see the Midnight Sun.

…but clearly, I was falling for him, and it seemed he was falling for me, too.

I took him on a trip with me to New York once and we stayed at a hotel in Jersey. It had recently snowed and the air was cold and crisp. The full moon lit up the sky, reflecting off the Hudson River, as the twinkling New York Skyline lay before us. I had come down to snap a few pictures of the skyline, leaving Darius in the room for a moment. I wasn’t going to stay long because I had forgotten my hat and it was cold as hell. Just as I was about to head back, Darius came out of the building wearing the hat. He stood next to me on the dock, taking my hand in his and standing close for warmth. It was in that moment that I could see The Midnight Sun.midnightsun01midnightsun02midnightsun03midnightsun04He kissed me, finally giving me the now-forgotten hat, and went back up to the room. I stood there, dumbstruck for a moment, stuck in the space between breaths. Was I imagining this connection? Was I making too much out of it? Maybe I should just enjoy it while it lasts and not read anything into it. A blast of cold air off the river brought me back to reality, so I put the hat on, and as I did, I realized I could smell his cologne on it…

Was there such a night?
It’s a thrill I still don’t quite believe!
But after you were gone,
There was still some stardust on my sleeve!

Wow!

Chet Baker sings,

I fall in love too easily, I fall in love too fast
I fall in love too terribly hard For love to ever last
My heart should be well-schooled ‘Cause I’ve been fooled in the past
But still I fall in love so easily, I fall in love too fast

…So I took it slow, spending more and more time with him, letting the affection between us grow, waiting for that sign that all was right with the world. As luck would have it, that sign happened in Ocean City, Maryland. On a goof, we ducked into a photobooth on the boardwalk. The pics were cute, but I didn’t really look at them until I got home that night. The pics reminded me of the picture my parents took once when it seemed that they, too, were in love.Love…and it occurred to me that for the first time in my life, I was truly, utterly happy! There was a look of peace and contentment on my face that I had never seen before. I was in love, and Darius had to know it.

That Memorial Day weekend, I went to IML for the first time, but I was in love, and so I went and had a wonderful time, but I did not…iml01iml02iml03…partake in the festivities. Instead, I went and had a wonderful time with my friends and came home to the man who would hopefully love me back when I professed it, for you see, I had never said that I loved him before. Unlike so many people these days who use the word “Love” so loosely, it does not fall so easily from Ya Brista’s lips, and when it does, you will know that you are special to me.

When I got home, I deleted all of my online profiles, including the one where I met him, and invited him over. My hands were shaking and my voice trembled as I professed my love for him and showed him that I had stopped looking because I had found what was searching for. I was naked before him, vulnerable and exposed, and the wrong word would have cut worse than any knife, but that word never came, because he said that he loved me back, and I basked in The Midnight Sun.

For a time, we existed in love, buoyed along by our love song

When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll,
The only doll I’ve ever owned.
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll,
But only now my love has grown

And it gets stronger in every way
And it gets deeper, let me say
And it gets higher day by day

Do I love you? My, oh my!?
Yes! River deep, mountain high, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!
And if I lost you, would I cry?
Oh, how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby!
— River Deep, Mountain High (Tina Turner)

Unfortunately, every song must end, and we are left with only the memories…

The flame of it may dwindle to an ember And the stars forget to shine.
And we may see the meadow in December, Icy, white and crystalline.
But oh, my darling, always I’ll remember When your lips were close to mine
And I saw the Midnight Sun.

Whew! Ya Brista needs a drink!auntiemameThank goodness Love Month is over and I can get back to reading hoes! I was going to get into the lessons I learned but you need a break and so do I, so next week, it’s back to dicks and asses and just a little bit of…shade2

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