Sapphic Voices Romance

My Earth Goddess

Megan, my earth goddess wore a long flowing skirt and a dark button down shirt the day she hugged me for the first time. She met me in Brady Commons up stairs in the large window seat. I, firmly in my baby dyke phase, was having lunch with her in what was quickly becoming our daily routine. She listened attentively as I ceaselessly talked about breaking up with my girlfriend. She touched my arm in an effort to comfort me as I quickly came to the realization that my first relationship with a woman was over.

I wanted this earth goddess to tell me that I was making the right decision, that I would be OK. The idea crossed my mind that I should ask her out sometime, but I quickly dismissed this idea after learning that she was well known around campus as president of a very active environmental group. She was definitely out of my league. She had confidence, integrity, compassion and natural leadership abilities, not to mention that earth tone colored flowing skirt.

It came time to say good-bye, so I gathered up all my stuff and debated whether or not I should give her a hug after our heart to heart talk. I looked up at her and realized that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, with her beautiful green eyes and shoulder length red hair. She was the embodiment of a goddess and I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her. I laid my head on her shoulder. She returned the embrace, hugging me with her whole body and soul. I didn’t want to let go of her. I felt calm, complete, and warm. I wanted to stay there forever and she wasn’t making any attempt to pull away. I was lost in her embrace until, finally, the hugging was started to make us feel embarrassed. We let go, smiled, and looked away. She said she had to go, said good-bye, and started walking away. I stared after her for several moments, no one had ever made me feel so wonderful with only a hug. That hug was only the beginning of a lifetime I plan to spend with my earth goddess. In my mind’s eye she is always wearing that flowing skirt, her eyes are always shining bright green, and the sun is always reflecting off her red hair like a halo. There, she stays forever, frozen in time, my goddess.

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