PHASE FIVE: MOCHA
BREEZE
Rain droplets dance
against the window as he wraps my eyes with a pink blindfold. Engross with
darkness, he’s taken me by the hand to a mysterious subtle breeze. I can
feel him guiding me carefully among the outdoor shower. Tepid water
dances on my naked body. Then the touch of his lips rejuvenates my inner
slumber. I’m caressing his dampen stubble, following by a deep and rich
kiss. He’s lifting me against his destiny, thrusting his ego inside my
Venetian dream. I’m proudly in his arms with his hips moving like a ferocious
earthquake. Swaying like a wondrous dream, my blindfold slips off and notices
curious eyes on me. She’s peering through her curtains with her gray
tresses. I close my eyes not because our escapade is now a prying
exhibition. It’s just his ego is getting me high. The motion of his physique
pounds my heart. There are no words at the moment, only a harmony of breathless
passion. My peripheral catches her again while I’m sinking my nails into
his skin. He bows to nourish my mammary pillows, tasting the Alpha of
life. Panting breathlessly, I’m looking her way again and she’s clinching
firm to the corner of her curtain. Maybe she wishes he can turn her back
in time. But for now my Mocha Breeze is MINE! As his hips propels
deeper into my walls, he grabs my jaws to give me a quick glance and
smiles. I reciprocate the feeling by biting his lips. Then Mount Breezy
THE END
©2011, Imani Wisdom
©2011, Imani Wisdom
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