Love making should be mixed with emotions
Else it tastes bland, she said
When he propositioned her
She was nursing her drinks
Lost in her chain of thoughts
He walked up to her table
And offered her a drink
The purpose was explicit
The thirst, etched on his lips
She looked through him
As if, he didn't exist
Both remained silent for minutes
His youthful impulsiveness
Speaking volumes
Let's see, what's in stake
Saying so, she dragged him from his chair
And they headed towards the deserted alley
The air was stale
A drunk couple were fondling each other
Holding him by his collar
You stink of arrogance lad, she whispered
His breath was heavy with anticipation
He tried to kiss her
But she avoided his inquest
Instead she shoved him against the wall
And bit his neck
He lurched in pain
But she held him
With her strength
She kept biting
Till she drew blood
Finally, she smiled at her art
And said, you are marked
For arousing my elements
And walked away.
©LR
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