He whispered my name over and over. Desire rushing like hurricane winds, as I spied fire in his eyes.
Wrapped in silk red as dawn, I held his face, kissing lips flavored as honeycomb drenched in dew.
He smiled, saying of me: "You are of berries and whipped cream."
I blushed and swooned, as I am shy.
He chuckled. "Such a lie!"
He knows me well.
And I him; boyish grin from way back when.
All grown up, he saw passion in my eyes.
We rollicked on silk a few more hours. Sampling bread and wine once only for gods.
©2008 Ruthe McDonald. All Rights Reserved.


Comments: 26
Reena! Did you see the subtle change? He's all grown up now. But still with the same boyish charm. The bread that was meant for grown ups (who we thought as gosds) are now shared between lovers with a glass of forbidden wine!
Powerful stuff.
oh how you can write!