Mine is Gorgeous Diana Cormac .

His face was lost in the golden hues of the twilight, his prosternum still drooping with fresh dew from a night out of Monkey Business. Through the haze of the gloom, a sketch of his muzzle was visible. His big red tongue pendulous between an array of razor-edged teeth. He was standing on mound of lake sand left over from our concrete fence construction works when Gorgeous opened the door and stared, awe struck. Doubtless, love-struck. Gucci anxiously turned his head and seized Gorgeous in a gaze that lasted a better part of half a minute. I was watching from our bedroom window and I knew instinctively that they had fallen in love.
My fiancée is mujer muy hermosa . A very beautiful woman with the body of a goddess and the character of an angel. She is truck-stop sexy and lord-have-mercy-wet. She’s got the most enchanting gaze that back in 2005 when I first saw her at Freedom Square with Joy Musimenta, she seized me and held me helter-skelter like a moth caught in a spider’s web. Although the preceding weeks after that first encounter didn’t seem particularly involving as I wasn’t able to bump into her again at Campus, she stayed in my mind vivid and recurring like a movie on repeat playback mode. Struggling for an escape, like the moth’s panic movements would only lessen its chance of survival, I dated many worthless chics with half a brain and a single butt-cheek double the size of Enanga’s head. My deep indulgence in carnal pleasures only exposed to me in its true depth how much I would never fill the emptiness in my life with infinite lips, breasts and pussies…. Pitiable women of all earthly hues submerged in their own unending feuds. Only Gorgeous could fit perfectly and expel the empty darkness that my yearning spirit was so wary about. Years later when the heavens opened and our paths crossed again, I saw in her eyes what I saw again today while she and Gucci stared. I saw love and I knew this love is what I had asked God for back in 2012 when Roy Kaka handed Gucci to me. I held him in my arms and his little fuzzy, double-coated black and brown hair wedged to my tweed DNKY jacket. That day a bond that would live through flames and canine puberty was borne. We both instinctively knew that this love that we conceived would never be full until that last, final component fell into place. I smiled as I watched Gucci approach Gorgeous with a hug. At last the final component fell into place. I couldn’t hold back anymore pent up feelings, I gave in to the bitter-sweet indulgence for I knew that our destiny had finally been curved and set out for us.
No artist with the even the most adroit and faultless skill could capture this feeling, this image, this Indulgence in a painting or curving. I resolved to try nonetheless. I chose to keep this image with me for life. I walked over to my garage that at times doubles as my workshop and I picked up a palette of natural, earthy colors and let the strokes of my brush run wild and unbridled against the taught canvas. Between each stroke of my painting brush were a million atoms of unexpressed emotions. Each stroke itself a living demonstration that love and destiny were the primal forces that drew and molded Eve out of Adam's side while he slept. As the image materialized before my etching eyes, Gucci was laying on Gorgeous’ lap, licking her unpainted cuticles. Tisha my daughter was smiling and giggling sheepishly as she drew laugher-choked breaths between intermittent hand claps. Destiny took my hand-clasped painter’s brush and the strokes grew more aggressive. A bit more chaotic. But beyond what the eye could see, an artist’s impression of love was visible. Like the writings on the wall at Belshazzar's feast that only Daniel could decipher, only me, myself and my loved ones could resonate with the message the painting carried. Today we understand the poetry of the heart, but over the courses of our lives we will tend to demystify this precious feeling more and more. We will learn about biological processes that cause specific reactions; we will learn about cultural influences on how we behave and think about love; we will learn about the psychological and physiological processes that make us fall for each other. Even though we often think of ourselves as a faithful species, we’re not the only one in the animal kingdom. Wolves, swans, gibbons, black vultures, albatrosses and even termites are just a few of those animals that find a mate for a lifetime. Mine is Gorgeous Diana Cormac .