forward woman...a bad thing?

...he had always wondered about forward women, being warned that they were promiscuous and, in their mischievousness could not be trusted with ones heart...to bed one...well, it would be like laying with a pack of wolves...having to be prepared to be devoured beyond saving, becoming a slave to their lustful wanton ways.

But, what was a forward woman really? 

A woman comfortable in herself, confident in conversation and company, daring to share a view and opinion, wearing her garments to suite the perfect lines of a body created by the universal gods, invitingly temperamental giving one a glimpse of passions burning deep in a gaze direct, knowing to be alluring in her silence?

Was a forward woman one who did not look to be excused nor understood for being assertive in all areas considered taboo by society? 

Was a forward woman one who knew to make her man grovel and beg and plead and take and give behind closed doors when the sheets of the bed lay crumpled on the mattress?

Was a forward woman one who knew her worth, never overplaying or underplaying it, gracious and accepting of all that defined her?

Was a forward woman one who knew how to wrap her lover round her little finger and then at times knowing to be the subservient one, making her lover the king and master of his ways and requests...understanding the need to strike a balance between him and her...never the need to compete for attention or recognition...that knowing, that mystery, she so unashamedly took ownership of in simply being... a forward woman?

He looked around the room and wondered how many of the wives were forward women and how many had the confidence in being defined as such.

And there she stood 

...most definitely forward...

forward was her silence...

forward was her knee length dress...

forward were those sheer stockings...

forward was the gaze...

forward was the glimpse of a smile...

forward was her walking out the conference room...

forward was the hotel door standing ajar...

forward was her standing in the middle of the room....forward was her soft kiss...

forward was her moan...

..................

forward was her whisper.

'i have missed u.'...is all she had said.

The following day, all he could remember was how forward she had been in allowing him to kiss every part of her body and invite him in with her moans.

He loved forward women...he loved this woman.

RB.