Fashion Week
Friday, April 24th, 2009
From the bridge suspended over the brook near my college, I saw you standing there, casually holding a camera.
My gaze returned to my painting—the canvas was almost finished. I was wearing a broad-brimmed hat, tilted with cocky attitude. My gauze-like gown exposed the soft curves of my body in silhouette, enticing anyone who cared to look. As I tired to capture the distant meadow’s panorama on my canvas, the flash of your camera startled me. Standing behind me, you had taken my snapshot at the moment my gown flew up in the wind. “Sexy,” you murmured.
Bashfully I smiled, and then you came to see my canvas. Your dreamy eyes scanned every millimeter of my soft limbs. You stood like a desert wanting water—longing for the touch of a lady. The man in you gradually turned hotter—I sensed the sweat on your head—revealing your craving and hunger for lust that stood unexplored. I bent my head. You needed a partner who would fulfill your thirst for lust and celebrate the sensual pleasure every man yearns for.
The Diva in me effortlessly understands your desires and knows only too well how to please a man. Why merely explore the raven for ecstasy when the ultimate adventure forms slowly, steadily like morning dew on leaves of grass? We walked together and you got the thrust, the feeling that you had never explored the other, lusty side of your life. I invited you, waking up your inner desire, feelings of sailing through the vital pleasure of sensual carnival again.
Just knock at the door, and enjoy the lust, celebrating its peak.
Brandi xoxo