Festival
The festive season arrived faster than anticipated, and I was at college far away from my home town. At the airport–which was more than jam-packed due to the festival crowd–I squeezed into a lonely corner for asylum and to keep from getting stampeded. From another corner you came forward to help pull my heavy baggage that stood in front of me as high as a hill. We talked and ate enough on the flight. Without anyone seeing, your warm kisses touched my rosy cheek, making it a little more lilac. As we landed, you held and pressed my palm as if you missed something you yearned for. The next weekend, we met again in your country cottage. You lavished attention on my seductive body that had tempted you ever since we’d met. Our festive mood turned into a tornado of lust and you relished it in full for the first time. You retreated, leaving behind a landmark memory of our unexpected meeting. The lust was already retreated, for it was satiated in full.
Come again: I am here for you forever.
Brandi xoxo
