Tranquility
It was pretty sinister. The sight of the surface of the brook wind blown frozen. One and all squealed into the feather coverlet taking sanctuary to warm up. You knocked at my door. You were quivering through your leather jacket as your Pi-cap fought against the chilly winter ferociously.
You sat in front of the fire side and warmed up your bulging palms. I sat opposite you on a sofa, wearing a fur coat; only that, because, I was preparing my bed to unwind myself. Your eyes started slithering on my skin as if they were enthralled, then our eyes met as you sat beside me.
You were turning with delight as I felt your shoulder muscles and abs by slithering my fingers up and down. We walked in concert to the room. Your breath was turning affectionate. So was the brute force hidden in you. When pampering my skin, you turned a brandish in the gale.
I woke up your senses again!
They celebrated the festival in stimulation and helped you reach your zenith. When I opened my eyes it was almost dawn and you had vanished. But, you stole my photograph from the table and left a rose to take it’s place. Still I preserve it. You remember the days and the moments with me sharing the exciting experience in love and lust.
Just call again, when your ship comes to the shore, for the festival of senses, turning the night, the moment of spring.
Life is rare; just make the best out of it.
