Magma In Your Veins
The storm blew faster than predicted, followed by a rain that sank our street. Everything was volatile. In the middle of the storm, you took refuge in my courtyard, where our outside house was a sanctuary for pedestrians. Being reclusive, you never had the opportunity to approach a partner who really understands your need, a weakness that backed you away from all feminine counterparts. But in the storm, you extended your hand to me.
My cherubic features awoke in you the lust that you’d concealed forever. They provoked a storm of lust that turned into a tornado. Your flaming eyes spoke of unquenched needs. Your heart hammered just seeing my enticing skin. You were so visibly stirred, I was flabbergasted. The Diva in me decided to adore you, to satiate all your desires once and for all. I left you memories you can ruminate on long after you leave me.
Your unexpected phone call reawakened those memorable days we shared. You want me again to sate the lust that burns like magma in your veins. No man can sit idle when the lusty feeling burns inside. You can come, and I will adore you once again.
Brandi xoxo
