Annual fest
My uncle bought an orchard recently, and you were the
caretaker. When my summer vacation started, I resolved
to fritter it away in the orchard with all the others. We were elated when
we reached the shore-bound railway station one late evening, far from
the crowded street.
Taking my baggage, your eyes glanced at my charming skin and demure
beauty, causing a lusty feeling. While walking
through the alley, we gradually learned about each other, even your favorite
movie. It was incredible how much in common we both shared.
That evening after dinner, we met at the shore of a low-lying lake and
chattered ‘tilthe moon dipped into the western horizon’s bosom.
Taking ripe mango from the straw-filled attic, you held it on my thigh,
surprising me and sending electric shock through me. Holding my hand, you stoodfor a long time, and your veins filled with hot blood that pumped
with lust. That night up in the attic, we mated ‘til that late
night bird retreated to its nest. The storm in you was blowing hot on
me, waking up every corner of your lust. The hot blood passing through
your veins danced in you like a male cobra.
For the first time in your life, you met a partner who relished your
lust and sated it ‘til the fire in your youth receded.
Why wait? No lust lasts only for an evening. We still have time
to relish.
Brandi xoxo
