Meeting
We met in the darkness a little away from my home. You sat with me beside the beach, recounting the affection for me you’d always adhered to. Many women had abandoned you, you said, leaving you unsatisfied. You’d blundered on artlessly.
You coveted sharing a moment with a woman who would help you relish the ultimate pleasure you’d awaited so long. You beheld in me an alluring abettor who could secure your carnal affection. Ardent, you beheld my angelic features. My skin provoked your boyish instinct. Lust burned you, baking your veins. Slithering in my bed, you confessed to being a novice. You yearned for pleasure. Your over-charged youth basked in the celebration. An amateur in the sensuous arts, you dived into the deepest pleasure. You swam upstream to the acme of pleasure, celebrating every moment with me.
The adult in you awoke beholding a sensuous Diva in me. When you finally left my bed, you’d treasured up moments in your heart to relish forever. This moment would feed innumerable dreams. When you ruminate upon those moments with me, your veins will fill up with hot blood, as would any man’s, no doubt. The ultimate pleasure you will have to reclaim with an abettor who can understand you, when in famished ecstasy you fly up to reach its peak once and again.
Knock at my door once again. I will swirl you into a tornado.
Brandi xoxo
