“OOH, THE FIRST TIME YOU FELT MY WETNESS, I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT. I COULDN’T BELIEVE A WOMAN COULD TURN ME ON LIKE THAT. I WAS SO UNRAVELED BY YOU AND YOU ALONE. MY STRENGTH WAS DISAPPEARING, AND YOU HAD YOUR CLAIM ON ME, THAT NIGHT AND ONWARDS. I WAS MARKED AS YOURS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT?” Green eyes darts back and forth at these orbs and uttered. “No one, I repeat, no one owns you. I don’t even own you. I just want to love you.”

Porter’s face glistens in kisses as the pair intertwine in their new found bliss, as future wives soon.

Those fiery strong hands grappled at her lover’s grasp tightly. That familiar shine of a sparkly ring glistens in the night, as it continues to sine.

The romantic inscription still moves them both so much.

In her own words, all was left to do was exclaim, how much so, she meant to her and only her now and forever. I was once very blinded. I couldn’t see straight and in-fact. I had lost sight in what truly, makes a relationship. Then, I met someone, who taught me more than just lessons of dance. No, it wasn’t just lessons of rumba and cha-cha’s, no. It wasn’t that completely simplistic to us, right? I mean. I walked into your studio and was memorized by first glance. I learned no lesson in this life, is easy. I learned all lessons are here for entirely different reasons. I realized. I wasn’t exactly, living the lesson of authentically. I tried to hide myself for years. Heartache, shielded my heart from ever exactly, knowing what TRUE-LOVE feels like and then. I took one glance at your face. Did it happen, when we danced slowly together? Did you dip me just right? Is it the way you hold my hands? Is it the way, you make me feel like the only woman on this earth when you look and smile at me? Did it happen when you make me explode in your arms as we made love? Did it occur as I let you taste my love for you? I kissed a woman and it terrified me to LOSE you. I wasn’t scared to be with you. No, it wasn’t ever about fears of me being gay. I was just afraid; you’d leave me for someone better or new. I would be an experiment or even a fling. I was afraid, yes I Bette Porter, was afraid.