Jasmine Takes Flight

Jasmine Takes Flight

Jasmine was a typical 33 year old American woman. Born and raised in Macon, Georgia her future seemed constantly influenced by her environment. Church, School, Good Manners, Southern Grace….Yes, it all led to Jasmine sitting alone at her kitchen table looking at a text and smiling. Her two children had just left for school and her husband was at work.

The text was a poem. It was from Mike. She had met Mike at a yoga class in her gym. Sure, other guys often hit her but Mike was different. The attraction was intense so almost like a zombie in a trance when he asked to exchange numbers after the class she did. Even though her 10 year marriage was on the rocks for far too many reasons, Jasmine’s upbringing had always resisted pursuing a romance outside of her marriage.

For the past 6 months her husband and her had no relationship whatsoever and both were unclear what to do about the future. Jasmine felt she was just existing not really living. Ted, her husband carried on with his life, but that was his nature. They both knew they would divorce at some point in time but they didn’t know how to do it and not disrupt their family life. They didn’t hate each other and they rarely ever argued anymore. They just felt frozen in time and bound by obligations.

Then just like a massive cloud can block the sun her smile turned to tears when she set down her phone because the reality of her life set in. She began to weep. She couldn’t understand how the relationship with her husband had gone so bad. How much longer could they put on the act of a happily married couple. She knew they both pretended mostly for the children. Of course family and friends matter also but their children were innocent.

Jasmine’s husband, Ted, taught at the local elementary school. He loved his job. He loved the energy he felt being around the children.

Basically for Jasmine, her marriage ended six months ago. She just didn’t know what to do. The anger had faded into melancholy with the help of her nightly glasses of wine. The nightmare of living a lie felt like the lead blanket they put over you when you get an x-ray.

They had talked about divorce but nothing happened. Jasmine had given up her part time sales job to homeschool the two children during Covid and Ted took up job driving a delivery truck. It had been hard times but they made it work. Now Covid was over and things were supposed to be back to normal, but there was no normal because of what happened 6 months ago.

6 Months Ago

The children were asleep. It was a Friday night and that afternoon Ted had told his wife they needed to have a talk. Jasmine had her suspicions about what the topic would be. There had been very little romance for the months. In her mind Jasmine made the excuse that Ted was under stress because he was back at his teaching job but her suspicion was something else. Her suspicion was mostly correct. Ted revealed he was an affair with a teacher at his school and the teacher was male.

Jasmine didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had suspected the affair but not that her husband was now telling her he was gay! The conversation was short and very uncomfortable for them. Ted slept on the couch that night and every night thereafter.

During the six months of the iceberg type of relationship they pretended everything would workout but every week or so they discussed divorce. It was a slow moving slog through the issues involved. Ted often slept at his lovers house and Jasmine often drank and cried far too much.

Now, sitting alone in her kitchen weeping and watching the tears fall in her coffee she wanted to just become a golden eagle and soar away, far away. She wanted to look at the poem Mike had sent her again but decided first she would soak herself in a hot shower and try to think.

The water took her mind away from reality. She was trying to remember the poem and when she recalled certain lines she felt her body tingling. She was getting aroused. All worries and all fears about the future melted away as the warm water caressed her.

She stood in the doorway between her bedroom and the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her naked body and stared at her cell phone on her bed. She wanted to see the poem again. She had decided it was time to take flight. She would move on. She would have own affair and she would take charge of her future.

She slowly walked over to her bed and threw the towel to the ground. She lay down in her bed and picked up phone to read the poem again.

The Poem

With sacred touch, let healing flow,

To soothe the spirit, and ease the woe.

Gentle hands, a balm for the soul,

In sacred massage, let love's grace unfold.

With reverence and care, let each stroke convey,

A healing presence, to light the way.

Release the tension, let peace arise,

In sacred massage, where solace lies.

In each gentle press, let empathy speak,

To mend the wounds, and make the spirit peak.

Through sacred touch, let her find release,

And embrace the healing, in a moment of peace.

After reading the poem again she decided she would write a poem of her own and send it to Mike. She was totally aroused now. She smiled as she fantasized about what was going to happen in her future.

It took an hour or so then she texted her poem to Mike and asked if he wanted to go to lunch tomorrow after yoga class. He got back to her and said, “yes.”

Jasmine’s Poem to Mike

In the soft glow of evening's light,

I want to worship your beautiful body,

To bring out your inner light,

With tender hands and kisses so heady.

I'll massage away the worries of the day,

And kiss every inch with loving care,

In this moment, let all troubles stray,

As our connection fills the air.

Your beauty shines from deep within,

Like a radiant, guiding star,

I want to cherish every inch of your skin,

And show you just how beautiful you are.