A STORY

She came through the dim,

Light clothed in the thinnest,

A transparent curtain

Hides the sanctity of love

With a touch of the wind.

With quiet steps and swinging hips

She fell into my hands.

Her buxom breast and hard nipples,

All rosy

to crush against my bare chest.

To cushion our desires

In shared warmth,

The soft body

A specimen of controlled perfection.

Sucking at her nipples

We lay unperturbed.

Head rests on her lap

And her hand weaves through

My ruffled hair

Whispering a hilarious story.

An excitement at the cost of

Critical comments.

My fingers harp on her breasts,

And calls me over

To part in embrace

From patting and petting.

Asked to awake from slumber

Away from hipnotising holocast

Emerging from the

Sea of delusions

Into the world of reality.