The Intensity
A warm overwhelming sensation grabbed at me As she emerged from behind the gate of her wall fence. Her eyes arched so invitingly, in my rain drenched clothes I felt a unique cold get hold of me.
She hip-swished towards me gesturing which direction we should go. Beautiful dress wrapped around her, awe in her eyes and in disbelief I was there. For a second a temptation to kiss her gripped me as her emerald brown eyes lit with passion.
The dress held on to her body and mapped out a picture of opulent beauty. She walked with me to my place. She lowered her body into the comfort of my arms, with a tender and precise intent of affection was her touch.
As her lips met mine, I felt the earth stand still, the warmth of her body pressed against me. Gentle fingers caressed the back of my head. I put my arms around her and held her hips and pulled her even closer and made slow marvellous love.
The passion with which she held my waist was amazing, the intensity had my heart beating to the sound of her breathing, it was a day of passion set in motion.
Copyright © Albert Bulaka | Year Posted 2016
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