| Rain fell to the sound of jazz. She studied his ritual as he poured the wine. He was a true connoisseur, talented in taste and technique. Jewel toned liquid reflected in his gaze as it swirled with the motion of his hand. He took note of how ruby rivulets streamed down the sides of the vessel. His eyes closed inhaling aromas of citrus and oak, made fine by patience and time. Lips opened to crystal glass, allowing the heady tide to rush in. Subtle notes of buttery berries and peppery spice seduced his palate, lingering on his lips before warming him inside. She, bathed in candles� amber light, stirred in him curious cravings, whetted a more intimate appetite. Crossed legs uncorked with slow dances and romance. She intoxicated all six senses, sensed where he was empty and poured herself inside. He inhaled a feminine bouquet of jasmine and vanilla spice, detected notes of distilled desire mingled with the sweat of her excitement. Ethereal streams of moonlight glistened like slippery strands of spun silk upon his fingertips. The full-bodied fruits of her vine flowed from folds of pink grapefruit flesh. He drank her in slow sips, tasted with serpentine strokes of tongue, discerned her vintage with languid licks, savoring the eventuality of her surrender. She was the sound of primal waters emptied into breathy sighs, echoes overflowing the banks of her thighs. Carnal liqueur spilled with the motion of her hips, dripped from his sated lips. She served him elemental wine at body temperature, dissolved him in her heat, as rain fell to the sound of her lover�s thirst being quenched. RLT �2002 |
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