Precious Moment
Life is precious; who could say it’s not? Every moment was prized and exhilarating when we went together for boating. When I sat unaccompanied sensing the sea gust while you were challenging the waves on the surfboard. You were thrilled to brave an obsession that hid in you causing an excitement in me.
The day you won the first goal for the national team, I was sitting in the gallery waving ribbons. I couldn’t control myself. I ran onto the court and hugged you. It felt like I was dissolved into you. We turned into a river merging two tributaries that once upon a time were brooks and then merged with passion. That day in the hotel room we were together celebrating your triumph and that of your players. I closed my eyes and lay in front of you like a tender leaf. You smelled and pampered me like a flower; sensing each petal. That was the beginning of you scoring many goals as we spent terrific moments together. This was a remarkable experience.
Now, you are the captain and I linger in moments of being together and enlivening your wits to turn you a hurricane and ignite the man in you at the crest of lust.
Bang at my door anytime, the time with me is the precious moments spent in life.
Every moment shed in life is fallen flowers; why not enjoy it in its full?
