Street
The street lights were a bit faint in the frosty, foggy winter dusk
while I was coming from the college. As we had known each other
for the last week, you waited for me at the lakeside. Your unvented lust
was in its climax. You looked for a partner who could sate your craving.
After an elongated waiting, I was the only reliable cohort you found.
The bare room in the courtyard was the ideal place for us to mate.
We chose it for our fiesta of lust. You were slithering on me like a
snake, and my enticing skin ignited your veins, heating up your blood,
turning you a vampire.
The storm took you to the highest altitude of lusty feeling,
which you relished like a hunger-stricken wolf licking blood after a
long starvation. The second time you came was on an evening,
ruminating on the lusty moments that I left you. I venerated you
like a true spouse. You craved the intensity of the implicit desire,
while ravenous ecstasy elevated you like a giant wave in the moonlight.
There was no option but to mate again.
In the rising emotion and lust, you licked the nectar in me. You slithered
again, like a lizard on silk. My skin was soft and tempting, alluring you to
forget the world forever.
Brandi xoxo
