A Lay with the Violet Rose
I wonder what became of the girl who once said she believed in me.
Is she still meandering about the earth with her delicate feet, white as snow and tender as lavender?
Her wide eyes still captivate my psyche, along with that petite body that so elegantly steals the hearts of men who dare gaze upon it whilst glaring in awe as she lies down in translucent garments atop a lofty sheep-fur-covered sofa like the white Queen of Sheba that she is.
I doubt she ever bore love for me, nor any sentiment of good feeling other than that of admiration for my talents in the art of crafting words, melodies, and thought into one unified element;
Though she did have an exceptional affinity that gravitated towards my cock.
She loved it. And in return for her love of it I gave it to her. And she loved it. So much so that her tight pale perky little ass swelled up after the endless pounding of my pulsating, blood-engorged, steel-hard cock that endured so long a thrusting it shot out my love juice almost as vehemently as dragonfire.
The fluids emitted all over her buttocks and violet dress, which was partially covering the rest of her back. I carried on slathering my slowly receding phallus along the curves of her ass and thighs as she lied on her stomach along the bed.
She carried on with the heavy breathing, in awe and in bliss of the obscurely gratifying sodomy.
I then seized the suckling of her breasts and neck with my tongue and swiftly rose up from the bed.
None of us spoke; and nothing was said.
We both got what we wanted, and despite the ecstasy wrought upon her by the beast of her wildest and most inconceivably deepest fantasies, she still didn’t love me.
I was fine with that.
But before I left, and that would be the last goodbye, she told me, and in stressed expressions, that she believed in me and my art and though we may or may not ever cross paths again that she’ll surely feel me through the work I do and will never cease to seek inspiration from it, be it in the open or private.
And that’s all I really have to say about her.
by Mensur Gjonbalaj
March 12, 2015