Interview
The train was unpredictably delayed. I waited impatiently yet earnestly to appear for the first ever interview. The station was visibly crowded. A chilly wind penetrated through everyone to the bone. Many stood idle yet tucked into themselves. Lighting a cigarette, you stood a little ways away. A careless look on your face as you stared into the infinity that was partially evident in the fog. As the train arrived you sat alongside me, silent. You suddenly broke the silence by asking my name, about my job and other details. I told you my nickname merrily. Slowly something between us surfaced somewhere that no other passengers noticed. We met again accidentally you say, at party leaving a note with a warm kiss, you vanished. A surprising gift you stealthily preserved for me. I noticed your lips were vibrating, eyes were turning red and your veins were filled with hot blood. With the light gone, we vanished into a room behind the dance hall. The man in you awoke. The sensuality rose in your flesh and its hunger festooned in the wind of lust. A festival of sensuality was celebrated. For the first time, you quenched your thirst for lust with complete satisfaction as you slithered on me.
Come, time and again.
Brandi xoxo
250 371 0947
