My closet represents me. I know it is odd, but that is just my space. Kind of like the top drawer thing that most men have (not sure what is up with that, but some things you should not examine too closely!)…I have a closet full of stuff. Its full of stuff that I love and keep to myself. It is very cluttered and on the messy side, but hey…so am I. I went into my closet yesterday with the intention of cleaning it up some. I mean, The Marine went through all of the trouble to build a shoe case in there with little compartments for all of my shoes. I thought I should order up everything else so it looks better. I can find stuff easier. And, The Marine would stop “tsk tsk tsk-ing” me every time he passed by.
I walked into the open arms of my closet. Immediately, I was welcomed by all of my stuff. As happens so often when you are very involved with another person, you loose so much of your stuff and replace it with couple stuff. But…in here…it was MY stuff. And it felt good. I sat down on the floor to enjoy the feel and rubbed my bare feet on the carpet that is like new because no one ever walks in there.
Opening my lingerie drawer, I take out each delicate (ok…and some not too delicate with leather, chains, or vinyl parts) piece that reminds me instantly of an intimate moment with The Marine. A few intimate moments of caressing the fabrics and enjoying the thoughts as I fold each piece and place it back into the drawer. All of my big girl toys are in this closet….the erotic materials that buzz with happiness and love as I finger through the box of private pleasures. Turning to my shoes like a longtime lover, I run fingers of anticipation over the suede and leather in various styles. Stroking the long heels of my favorite studded stilettos or admiringly adoring the shiny reflection of the thigh high boots, I feel powerful, sexy, and worthy of the name “woman.” In this private place, I meet myself and I like that person I see.
I am aware of a presence in my private place and I turn to see The Marine standing behind me with a smile on his face. “Make yourself happy baby…leave it as it is,” as he reaches down to put a hand to my face.
Yes, my closet represents me. I like both me and my closet just as we are! ~~Dee