Tide
The inspiring dinner elated everyone’s’ inspiration. The feast was the chef’s finest ever. The aroma in the ambiance bubbled in the champagne as whispers and hilarity filled the mood.
Sitting at the lounge sipping champagne from the embellished champagne flute, I sat alone devoid of any resolve. Loquacious he prattled with acquaintances, bantered cracking jokes and groveled in alcohol yet he failed to engross in discussion, all he did was laugh.
I joined the crowd in the dance hall without noticing him following. Holding another man’s hand, I started dancing dissolved in the music and dim light. In a jiffy he was around, yet reluctant to consort anyone else, he stood in vista motionless. Softly he sprang on me. I resigned to him like a tamed lamb. I gave in and we danced together. I moved upstairs as he held around my loin, my out fit was falling down.
The waves turned vicious as the tide of lust reached its reach to his zenith. The receded parted us like gentle spinach. Given a night, he delicately coddled in memories. The night has given way to the dawn, waking us up departing with smiles and stooped face feeling shy.
Reminiscences of those moments still bask in the freshness. I long for ever since, when will you come again?
