Fata MorganaPublished On: 02-02-2016 14:03
I softly whispered in her ear and I could feel the storm of her waking senses spreading in the hot humid room.
She looked a little startled taking a swallow short breath obviously trying to pull herself together. Her tall elegant figure was not deceiving of her passions and I knew she would never give a vague answer to my question.
In the middle of that dark summer afternoon she stood still considering my offer with her hands curled into fists but her flushing face brightened in surprised amusement.
I closely guarded her expression as she was moving closer. Her heavy dark hair curled, her body uncontrollably eager and her soft voice tearing away layers of paper folds of do’s and don’ts.
She leaned towards me, blowing a gentle flow of coolness on the base of my neck and I shivered.
” Naturally ” she said with a whimsical voice and before her origami dress fell apart, I was already under her spell.