My Man of Words Divine

By Josephine Cannizzaro

My Man of Words Divine entered my life when I was surrounded by darkness,when I felt my life had no real meaning and I was at a crossroad,not knowing which path to take.I fell in love with him so deeply and completely that my whole life as I knew it changed with the words he would write to me during our private online conversations.I had never met him,nor had I ever seen his face and yet,he drew me into his world like no other had ever done before.I craved him like a drug,never being able to get enough of his beautiful words,where each one would slowly heal my troubled heart and before long,lead us both into a world of secrecy and desire so profound,it was like the outside world didn't exist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jul 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499000757

Josephine Cannizzaro

Josephine Cannizzaro was born in Australia. She is married and lives with her husband and three daughters in the Beautiful Hills District in Sydney. Her passion for writing comes from her love of reading books. She completed her secondary education at Strathfield Girls High School, sitting for the HSC in 1989.She then studied at Petersham College of Tafe for three years where she earned a Diploma in Fashion in 1992. After her marriage in 1993, she worked in retail selling woman's fashion, up until the first of her daughters were born. She is also the step mother of two children from her husband’s first marriage and today is the proud grandparents of four gorgeous granddaughters. She is now a stay at home mother, having decided to fulfill her dream of writing her first book. She together with her husband of twenty one year’s love to travel and spent the first few years of their marriage, travelling around Australia. Josephine is now hard at work, writing a sequel to My Man of Words Divine.

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For all those who seek a reality to their ultimate fantasy, this book is for you.

To my family and friends who have provided support and encouragement and who believed I could write this book, I thank you for your faith in me.

To the wonderful team at Xlibris, Thank you for your guidance and expert advice, especially to Camille Arellano who made my dream of publishing my book a reality.

And to those I love with all my heart, I’m thankful every single day for having you in my life.

How does a woman reveal to the outside world all that’s in her heart? How does she find the words to express all she has locked in there? And how does she make them understand without people judging her, without them condemning all she thinks and feels? Why would she choose to tell her story? I’d like to think it’s because she’s found the courage and the strength within her that’s been there all along, but that she just didn’t know she had. Or maybe she wants to share it with another in her position. Another woman just like her, who yearns for passion, desire and excitement in her otherwise ordinary life. To be loved and adored by a man—or simply to be understood, above all else. I’d like to share my story, not only by writing it down for you to read, but so I know that it happened, and it was real. To me at least…

As I lay here with thoughts of you floating in my head, I’m remembering how I came to meet you. It amazes me still, how two people living so far apart with such different lives found so much to talk about. You were a complete stranger to me, and our chances of meeting were a million to one, and yet here you were, all ears and just so damn inquisitive. I remember how we’d described to each other how we looked in such vivid detail that no pictures needed to be shown. Well not by you at least, because you hated photos and never put any up on social media. Me, on the other hand… I had lots of photos for you to see. Guess you had that advantage over me, didn’t you? It didn’t matter though. In my mind, your image was etched in my memory. Do you remember the night you asked for a picture that you hadn’t seen, and I sent you that one with me in black lace? I didn’t know, until you messaged me back, just how poetic you could be, my man of words divine:

Like the beauty of face that shines so bright and a body aglow with my every gaze, as your lips of tender kiss my embrace, are all but yours as your silk of hair I stroke, as your thighs you gently spread, as your rip of your undress has me at a gaze of that body of amaze, my tongue is at a trace, as your name I will call with grace, as your sweetness I will taste, with lace of black that silks your skin, my tender touch, will have you grin, and caress your body, as my lips of kiss will make you drip, your thighs of spread as your knickers of rip, my tongue of wet, will lick you deep.

How the memory of that night you spoke these words to me fills my mind as I lay here, with thoughts of you floating in my head. A slow seductive burn growing within me, I’m thinking of the place—a log cabin, in a secluded spot in the woods. Winter is upon us. It’s bitterly cold here, and the wind can be heard rustling through the trees. The crisp air smells of nature and the pine trees that surround this place, there is a dampness in the air, possibly due to the fall of snow. By nightfall, this log cabin is far away from all that know me—time stands still here, there’s no one who knows about my past, no one to judge me by the mistakes I’ve made, the chances I’ve taken and the choices I made, which at the time seemed