The Garden bestowed in blossom. No cactus set up space there. You were in the lavatory when I responded to your voice mail. Thrilled you hurried to my place. I was waiting for you on the terrace and I kept the main gate opened for your car to enter.

You waited at the gate and hard-pressed the door bell in a scurry. When I opened the door you grabbed me as you wrapped me with kisses.

At a snail’s pace the hydraulic pivot bunged the entry its own. I fell into the satin couch as you fell on me. My fingers danced on your senses. They woke up. This is the first time we mated, shared and celebrated. The whole night was a carnival of delight and it never ended.

You were changing, the man in you given away for the first time. I can take you to the universe of bliss again.

Then again!

All days are the days of pleasure and afar. Knock at my door yet again. Let us instigate new merriment Life is akin to a raft. Just navigate in it.

 The day has shown up with a beam, when from behind the hills the sun rose. The ruddy apron wrapped the eastern horizon; you stood looking at the east submerging in the warbles of birds.

I was in the valley on foot all along the shoreline of the earsplitting torrent that sung a passionate song, picking shaped shingles whose edges had become smooth with time. From the hill acme you descended then we met at the shore underneath a colossal rock.

That was the beginning.

Virtue in your eyes was discernible then we met again at a gala bash. As of there you took to the first floor. You were leading me to a vacant bedroom. The first affectionate encounter was electrifying; we lived as one in that room with complete hours of darkness. Your affection and brute force ruled that of a cave man, crumbled me. The lust flown turning your veins warm, and war breathe blown trumpet; the tempest in you turned and inundated me. I know you by no means overlook that night with me; the moments were creeping like years. The most stirring instant you spent and enjoyed ever.

Come again, commemorate once again. No merriment is absolute unless the celebration of youth is accompanied after covetousness. 

Happy New Year!

I wish all a very Happy New Year. Hope all your dreams come true for 2009!

Brandi xoxo

Life is precious; who could say it’s not? Every moment was prized and exhilarating when we went together for boating. When I sat unaccompanied sensing the sea gust while you were challenging the waves on the surfboard. You were thrilled to brave an obsession that hid in you causing an excitement in me.

The day you won the first goal for the national team, I was sitting in the gallery waving ribbons. I couldn’t control myself.  I ran onto the court and hugged you. It felt like I was dissolved into you. We turned into a river merging two tributaries that once upon a time were brooks and then merged with passion. That day in the hotel room we were together celebrating your triumph and that of your players. I closed my eyes and lay in front of you like a tender leaf. You smelled and pampered me like a flower; sensing each petal. That was the beginning of you scoring many goals as we spent terrific moments together. This was a remarkable experience.

Now, you are the captain and I linger in moments of being together and enlivening your wits to turn you a hurricane and ignite the man in you at the crest of lust.

Bang at my door anytime, the time with me is the precious moments spent in life.

Every moment shed in life is fallen flowers; why not enjoy it in its full?

It was pretty sinister. The sight of the surface of the brook wind blown frozen. One and all squealed into the feather coverlet taking sanctuary to warm up. You knocked at my door. You were quivering through your leather jacket as your Pi-cap fought against the chilly winter ferociously.

You sat in front of the fire side and warmed up your bulging palms. I sat opposite you on a sofa, wearing a fur coat; only that, because, I was preparing my bed to unwind myself. Your eyes started slithering on my skin as if they were enthralled, then our eyes met as you sat beside me.

You were turning with delight as I felt your shoulder muscles and abs by slithering my fingers up and down. We walked in concert to the room. Your breath was turning affectionate. So was the brute force hidden in you.  When pampering my skin, you turned a brandish in the gale.

I woke up your senses again!

They celebrated the festival in stimulation and helped you reach your zenith. When I opened my eyes it was almost dawn and you had vanished. But, you stole my photograph from the table and left a rose to take it’s place. Still I preserve it. You remember the days and the moments with me sharing the exciting experience in love and lust.

Just call again, when your ship comes to the shore, for the festival of senses, turning the night, the moment of spring.

Life is rare; just make the best out of it. 

As a glint the sun went down into the ocean parting the premises for the twilight to rule. The mounting Moon provoked your senses. You were getting warmer. This was our first rendezvous at the lounge of a seven star hotel. You lusted on me and relished. Delight and pleasure filled your life. The days turned to celebration. The youth in you stood intact. I felt you need more with every moment I woke up your senses.

True fulfillment prevailed!

You relished in the nectar of life. Dedication I had for you. Pleasure is like the horizon, you keep on swimming and diving to see its abyss, every moment you felt more. You dived deeper and I encouraged. The surrender was not the ultimate; still we had it as you asked for more.

I gave in.

No life is complete, until you dive into this sensual pleasure.

Just celebrate; youth is in its peak.

Are you attending to the ardent adventure & elated exploration of your hidden side? Time has drawn nearer to rejoice this eventful experience.

Amazing!

One and all are eager to enjoy. You met me at the walkway, our eyes encountered zeal, I felt obsession in your eyes, and they were purely captivating. You asked me to walk with you. We spent the entire twilight at the beach. Trouncing shore waves were withdrawn and your passion was on the rise. A high tide in your veins made them warmer.

You looked-for an embrace and my lap turned as one!

We found each other compatible. You celebrated the festival of youth. The high tide of lust rose up to the mountain. In the waves of your deepest dream we had the ultimate rendezvous. By being your own buddy, your adventure and confidence let you capture a sweet companion in me. I have read you, my fingers danced on you walking up your senses.

You celebrated!

The festival of youth you attained. The salvation and moments we were together you will never forget. Your fantasy becomes succulent, my sagacity surrenders.

Every moment in life is precious. Celebrate everyday. Time is no different from a tide; it will fade away one day.

Soaring excitement is in its zenith. Enchanting is the crest you relentlessly wished for yet you are suffering and worn-out.

Every moment in life is precious.

Ever since you were celebrating your youth was in its peak. You were in the valley and the song of birds and the view of the stream were mesmerizing. I found you unusual and distinctive. You desired companionship. Our camaraderie is greener even today. It has blossomed with time. The spring of youth and the full moon has festooned your life. You were the one who stood and excited me. I exist as a Diva in your life and meet every want of you. Every sunrise was a new experience. My advent and being furthered ensign painted rainbows in your life. You were changing. Life turned very colorful again. An absolute give in to the sensual pleasure and the moment you ponder even today, the moments we were in concert. It has turned into a fantasy. Now, you aren’t contented with anything else.

Discard the shilly-shallying and let your sensual pleasure make merry again. The festive is just begun; your veins are still warmer, so is your breath.

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Youth knocked at your doorway; your feelings bowed colorful. With every jiffy you wanted to rejoice meticulously. I found you paramount amongst the countless time passers.

This was an assurance.

I explored your profound ardor. You touched my zenith and came back with a vigorous burst of passion and pleasure. It was bewitchingly supple, yet vernal in delight and imagination. In every sensual pleasure you relished, waking up the senses. I joined you as you were gasping hotter and your blood pumped faster and your heart throbbed harder; at it’s highest speed.

No merriment equals lust.

Every sense woke up yet again; now, you are acquainted with the joys of life. Every moment you licked the nectar, that carafe overflowing with honey is always filled. Now, spell out the moments you spent with me, in my bed. No substitute would have been more suitable to your preference. Your only chance at satisfaction was with me. I felt you mature and fit.

Still I wait for you again.

Knock once and it will be opened.

It was that one greatest night, after the sun vanished behind the thick clouds; it started raining heavily. Every man seeks out a partner at that time. All your acquaintances checked into a hotel room with their female companions and you felt unaccompanied sitting in front of a TV surfing channels.

You didn’t consider calling anyone in the beginning, an astringent event you encountered with an arduous partner left you un-quenched. Discontented, you walked along the seashore; cursing the day you met her.

I noticed you at the lounge, sitting unaccompanied, un-fretful; yet found wanting in your heart. The un-quenched lust speckled in you like waves. It was the first time ever you treasured the decisive delight.

I will take you again to the ecstasy where you will savor the bliss in its definitive.

The sanity will rejoice merrily the pleasure once again, submerging you in the lust once and forever.

Never sit back just try again the youth is not perennial!