Alabaster clouds of cotton hung in an otherwise deep beryl sky as a gentle summer breeze wafted across the plains. Tree branches leisurely swayed in the hot afternoon, and the chirping of birds as they flitted about peppered the land with peace.
Strumming my guitar, I sang a dance number for Ava Lucia who clacked in her heels across the boarded wooden floor with ease, grace, and polish. As I played, I feasted my eyes upon her and fell in love with the dream of my desire. Ava Lucia swayed her hips back and forth, flipping up the front of her dress, teasing me with her creamy smooth thighs. Her lovely long curly black hair tossed about as she danced, and the rhododendron behind her ear made her irresistible. I enjoyed scrutinizing her hour-glass figure and deliciously exposed skin under her revealing white blouse.
Many times I had seen her dance, but this was the first time she had danced just for me. My heart quickly intensified like a lion on the prowl as my body responded to her dance with the fire of passionate wantonness.
Yet her expression was melancholy, so I placed my guitar down beside the edge of the bench and my heart went out to her.
Stopping in her dance mid-stride, Ava Lucia spun around to face me. If I had known earlier that she would glare at me as she was now, her beauty as brilliant as the shining sun, I would have put my guitar down long ago.
“Why did you stop?” she demanded.
I gazed deeply into her sparkling eyes and strode confidently right up to her, my hand finding her waist, yanking her into an embrace. “I cannot bear to see you this way,” I told her with my breath on her lips. “You dance the steps with anger. What he did to you was wrong.”
“It is my heart he broke,” she replied, not budging from my embrace. “Not yours.”
“But I care, Ava Lucia,” I said, my heart racing, my lips wanting to devour hers. “Can’t you see that? I have fallen in love with you. Desperately in love.”
“But I,” she began, fighting her feelings, pulling away, but it was no use. Her heart had been drawn in just as deeply as mine. “I …” Finally her mouth smothered mine as her hands found their position on both sides of my face, deepening the entrance of her tongue, which pressed hard against mine. I returned the kiss, twice as passionate, and wrapping my arms around her waist, lifted her into the air. With the warmth of her body on mine, I carried her over to the couch, where we would continue the dance, without instruments or steps, but only our fervent mutual aphrodisia.