The Swing
Surging sensation excited all as sundry St. Valentines’ Day arrived yet again. The cadence of melody and band that erupted vacillated my fervor and love.
Adoringly, I danced in the multitude without noticing your presence. A gentle smile bore a thousand springs on your face as it ignited a form of commotion. Nestled romance in my heart surfaced once more as you seized my hand with a soul stirring experience for the first time. Vehemently I obeyed starring at your eyes. We sat on a concrete bench in the park devoid of uttering a remark. Slowly the fog filled in the sky; we walked in to your lodge.
You grabbed the celebration of covetousness that made amorous excitement again stand as ravenous insatiability. Ardor festooned the delight. I sensed the high deluge of waves and storm in your veins.
Severe cold was outside.
You reached your zenith.
You left your habitat. You’ve never had a consort such as this before. At last the benevolent night retreated, giving space for the crack of dawn. Still you might be ruminating the moment we celebrated; it might have echoed in your reminiscences eternally.
Just come again.
