Welcome!

The harmattan breeze moved through the room,
cold and dry.
Her presence pressed into my thoughts
before she even spoke.
Then I heard her steps.

She entered,
and my heart warmed
as if placed in a hot oven.
She walked with quiet confidence,
steady and upright.

Her chest glowed in the firelight,
her skin smooth,
her breasts set like bright points in the sky.
Her scent drifted toward me,
soft and sharp,
like flowers kept close to forbidden places.

Desire tightened my body.
I pulled her close
and tasted her mouth.

My body responded,
alive and urgent.
She drew me forward,
steady and sure,
until I entered her
and lost myself.

She held me again
and drew breath back into me,
lifting me from the edge.

I parted her,
moved through her,
and stayed until the storm passed.
When I rose,
I nodded in quiet triumph,
calm as the agama in the sun.