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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At once she paid a visit. In her colorful dress, so revealing and appealingly suited to her slendern torso. I to gaze the door way, mine heart pounded viciously, a death knock. I was stunned. Then realised all that was real as she pass on her regards taking a sit before me. Still yet I was shut. Previously she had scored the bro. Told being a cheat at displeasure and her words so bitterly spat alike an adder's sting. That was the status qou as at the thirtieth of November that year. Surprisingly all that matter might had frozen the sorrow felt, it was indeed a rush. What a day it turned be?... As she sat I poked back, How do yo do? She replied," How do you do?". I dared not to call it a conversation yet, for it was tense and cold. Seemingly sombre was the atmosphere in prevalence, I dared... "Its been a while, how have you been lately ?" I asked in an inquisitive modus "I have been doing great dear," she bellowed, aloud than ever Then that drew curiosity. For almost a month we had strained our cordial relationship awry. Without tangible reasons to lay, all that could post was assertions, allegations and accusations of that sort. I took a deep breathe of splendour and amour. The went and closed gates in deep thoughts. One, two, three step at halt, I did burst a gut. *** "So how goes life?" I outed "Treating me well, can't complain" her response "Oh, can tell, you look great eh!" Compliment "Thank you, you such a darling" *In nous I was like Really?* "I'm I" I dared "Yes" she assured Impetuous then turned the light conversation betwixt us, like honestly I was deeply drawn to the margins of hate and rage because of her treat previously then all that ceased with her tease. I was calm. Then past an episode of a catching up conversation with which my wrath was eased. *** Then there was this body language, she came closer, where I stood. I felt all the vein's dash, blood rushing off pulses. I froze for moments, then her twin lip spoke of intimate phrases as it touched mine, tongues rolling in a playful modus, then I knew magic was bound and inevitably crafted by her mortal touch. Faintly breathing I paced a leap further forth, crabbing her back side, Her colorful dress revealed the darkest purpose of that splendid second Monday of December 17. As I fumbled every detailed piece of her torso, my pulse did doubled, trebled in revulsion cheer. We both laid across, the Tv set aloud, her passionate cries were thwarted, Echoes were of the injected film cassette entitled The jungle book , if not a toon. In the next door was channel France 24, with the news updates so loudly perceived. It highlighted on the current affairs, Zimbabwean President elect, Crd Munangagwa in his speech that read " ...No men or women is less important in building our nation forward in a progressive fashion..." That shifted minds for a while meditating profoundly at that speech of immunity, Mine query was whom to trust since Zimbabwean politics proves an ulcerative colitis, merely a snake of both ends vicious, at one end political conflicts and at the other end terror. From mid November Zimbabwean political arena had proved a dilemma as Robert Mugabe was declared off governments. Further, it followed a series of riots in resistance of his reinstate. *** As the news feed kept going, we were at revulsion peak. Then all I could see was lated. Emotionally I was into the act. Leaking tardily her upper body, we switched turns. Mine hand did fumble beneath her waist in a bid to seek warmth inside her pouch. I went in, it was fantastic. A slave of Eden suited my fate that faithful dash. She did the going as I came in so tough, the sensation equities gloomy penetrance. I knocked gently betwixt her slenderness, at ease camly in and out. Once. Twice. Thrice. It became a routine that sapped all mine energies with a pleasant feeling evoking in the dash. My back did bent, harshly greased off, it became the pivot to all that slavery. Enslaved by circumstances in prevalence. I toiled. Speechless as her tongue held mine round and round. I would not call it intimate bred. She out stood a cupids pierce. Then felt her swamp lucrative paste she secreted with my ejaculation at once. Heavens on earth I outed not, that was its peak amid sobs and groans. Laying hard, breathe so faintly done, she became my inspiration. Seized was the joy... With the pulse lapsing treble normal. I was off. At ease erectile dysfunction. ***Curtains*** Starring each at mutant loud breathe, smiling. Dripping wet. I rushed for the towel rail and grabbed one. Wiped off the drip. All acted dumb. Thoughts were now of the escapades I outed, not or to distend her tummy became mine mystery held. Moments past. Only gazes thrown, no word ever uttered. She broke the dead silence. "I felt you in, I embraced the odd, today's curse" "Oh! I enjoyed the ride too" I responded. Dotty. ***Curtains***
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