He enjoyed the aftermath
of the storm--almost as
much as the tempest
itself...
He laid still, while
she lay prone, full
upon him, her head
cushioned on
his chest.
This was how
he liked to make
her...Soft and
submissive.
His hands absently
stroked her curves
his lips brushed
the top of her head.
He felt bemused
bewitched..his sex stirs
between their bodies.
The appetite for her
was seemingly
insatiable. Would he
ever have enough of her?
He kisses her then,
slowly, possessively,
deeply, leaving her in
no doubt that;
she was the only
woman he wanted
now and ever.
Yemanja
