She was always a giver 

I had been observing her compassionate nature for two years

Besides looking after my well being 

And sharing food she was a hassle free landlady 

 

But her nurturing nature couldn't diminsh my attraction for her

She filled every frame I had desired in a woman

Girls were never my cup of tea

She never interacted except when needed

With my rural background, I couldn't muster enough courage to approach her 

But things happened between us

When and how 

We just went with the flow 

It seemed surreal 

Undressing each other

Kissing passionately 

My hands caressing her curvaceous structure 

Her nails scratching my flesh

I laid her on the bed

Lifting her legs on my shoulders 

I kissed her wild flower

I didn't hear her moan

When I lifted my head between her legs

I saw tears streaming 

I realised she never had that pleasure 

I continued 

But she pushed me back

And climbed

She was a sight

The way she gave everything left in her

I was stupified 

She was a giver.

©LR