Festive
On the exciting day of our last minute shopping for the festival, I was hastily rushed to the crowded marketplace. Vehemently knocking me down with my heavy basket in my hand, you carelessly hurried towards the vehicle in the parking lot, further down. I chased you yelling as many of the eggs in the basket broke and lay on the floor looking at me. My whole weekend earnings were devastated, lying on the floor filling the dusty ground with filth. You instantly halted at the car, hearing my voice. I gasped deeply while standing quietly in front of you while my words choked in my throat. My tempting, angelic features seductively engrossed the man in you and with a teasing smile you tolerantly listened to what I said to you. Then you took me to the adjacent shop and replaced my broken eggs that were crushed all over the ground. As I began to forget the event, a few days later there was a call. From you, who else!
I came to your birthday party! I lost my voice when I reached your home; you were waiting at the gate to welcome me. You sat, smiling and holding my hands as we talked. The burning veins in you slowly turned violent. You told me that you were a novice to the lusty world, never enjoying the nectar of love. The divine Diva in me woke up while in the lonely room. Slithering above me you came over me like a wave. Again my tender skin relished your thirst in flesh for the first time.
Come again, the door will always be open.
Brandi xoxo
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