In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Sincerest Form of Flattery.”
Leaves idled downward cushioning the ground with ambers, reds, yellows and tans. It was undeniably fall and the city was enjoying the tail end of what had turned out to be a long and succulent Indian Summer. It was the best the seasons had to offer with the humid heat of summer abated and winter’s bite not yet on it’s way. The countryside shared it’s rolling hills, gentle valleys, stumbling brooks, giant oaks, elms and birch lined woods with whoever ventured out to claim them. They had found an idyllic spot and under the canopy of a giant oak, spread their sheet. Giggles and laughter could be heard from the distance as they teased and tempted each other while sips of cabernet moistened their lips and unleashed the heat that up to now had been suppressed.
You could set your clock by her ritualistic visits to the Corner Café, appropriately named as it sat at the intersection of 4th Street and Peel . It was her pit stop, picking up doctored coffees and custom salads on her way to the office. He was a newcomer to the scene; his chiselled features, Davidian physique and crowning head of ebony locks made him impossible to overlook and from the start, sizzling glances suggested a clear attraction between them.
She was a high powered impassioned attorney who was driven and had already brought attention to herself with the recent victory over a chemical corporation that had promoted a new sedative claiming the lives of four women who were prescribed the medication to aid them with their anxiety disorder symptoms. She was a dynamo when motivated and had a genuine heart based desire to empower the vulnerable and crush those whose greed was fodder to exploit them. She was overt and one of her most winning features in the court room was her blatant display of raw emotion coupled with stream lined evidence.
He on the other hand was a Scorpionic mystery. Dark and quiet with an intensity that needed no words as his energy could raise the small hairs on your arms and the back of your neck with mere proximity. Seething with a magnetism both alluring and unnerving he spoke with an accent from a foreign land that she just couldn’t quite place. Even his voice was seductive. A velvet dulcet sound that set free the vibration of some primal nature. Who was he and where did he come from ? What was his purpose here ? Was he here to stay or just passing through ? Questions that seemed to lose all relevance with just a passing glance.
It had been three years since she felt the embrace of a man’s arms around her and more than once she imagined what it might be like to press up against his firm body and feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. Her toes began to curl and tingling sensations reminded her that she was a warm blooded woman who had sorely ignored her carnal needs for to long. She had been ignited by thoughts of the handsome stranger and had no desire to stop the pulsing surge of desire that was taking her over and laid herself on the down covered quilt which adorned her king size bed. She closed her eyes and could see them walking hand and hand on a long stretch of sand, the warm ocean waters at their feet. Suddenly he stops and crushing her against his hardened limbs lays her down on the moist sand and begins to press soft kisses downward from her neck and shoulders. She is in a bliss that sends her body reeling with want and feels herself surrendering to his every move. He seems to know her inside out and with the slow and steady rhythm of a loving embrace her trust carries her forward to know a freedom she has never felt. She is released and the warm salt waters of flow and ebb caress her with every breath.
Oh ! That was fun……. guess who I am flattering ? Or not, if not… just read and enjoy … maybe, and I hope….
see you tomorrow… maybe and I hope.