Drizzle
It was barely drizzling outside. I thought about postponing the shopping trip I’m used to doing every weekend like a ritual. But the rain was so scant, I went anyway. At the entrance to the apparel showroom, you stood calmly at the counter, greeting customers coming in and going out, overlooking one and all.
With the attention to detail of a connoisseur, I meticulously examined several of the latest-arrival sports outfits. I chose one that would beautifully adorn me during my evening fitness routine. My lank and muscular, well-defined body is a conversation piece among my friends. They tease me relentlessly, mocking my chiseled form as though it were a news sensation, sometimes calling me a “fitness freak.”
Your lusty eyes scanned my body, which arouses every man’s imagination. Even a saint would be tempted to fantasize beyond his cleric bounds. Your high tide of lust rose like giant waves that my naughty eyes sensed in your burning eyes.
That evening you surprised me at the crowded flower market. You impulsively offered a rose, and I accepted it. We walked, talked, and laughed. You were an untested novice in sensual pleasures and the secrets of life, something you had never explored. Sensual energy was welled up inside you like water trapped behind a dam. Our rendezvous at a party again brought us closer. That evening we met in a silent hall on the first floor. We connected in a sensual embrace that took us on a high through amorous adventure and ecstatic exploration. I then lavished upon you all my desire, enveloping you entirely, satisfying all the lust and pleasure your imagination had ever harbored.
Come again. Celebrate once more.
