09-03-2007, 01:04 AM
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My Guitar Love III
My Guitar Love III
There was a knock at my door. No one was there. At the foot of my door rested a box wrapped in purple velvet. Inside laid a small purple bottle with a scroll of fine imported Italian parchment, tied with a ribbon and sealed with a cork. The bottle was embedded in a sea of purple rose petals and a medley of amethyst crystal potpourri. The scroll had a sketch of a guitar with a message. The message was fragrant as new born hyacinths and said, “You have given me the passion to play again…. gratzi…. meet me at 7 pm.” The scent of him lingered upon my mind that entire day.
At 7 pm, I walked into his club and there he was in the middle of the dance floor. It was just he and I. My Salvador. I swayed to him feeling like a butterfly of chocolate iridescence. I kissed him on his cheek, and thanked him for the invitation. At the instance of my kiss, the lights dimmed and music began to play. The music was an instrumental of Salvador strumming his guitar. The music sounded like his most romantic and satisfying magnum opus. He extended his hand inviting me to place mine in his. He spun me around like a ballerina performing a pirouette. Purple rose petals fell from the ceiling all around us…. twas breathtaking. When I made the full turn to face him again, he held me tightly against a pulsating masculine perfection that I had been so longing for.
Salvador whispered, telling me to look into his eyes. As I drowned in his ebony pools he continued softly telling me "I want to show you how I feel when I play my guitar for you." The sequins on my dress somehow seemed to melt away and my mind centered on unladylike lustful thoughts as he slid one leg between to slightly part mine. Ever so gently his mani lente began to…dance. Every fiber of me was woven in the ebb and flow of nocturnal vibrations. I became his guitar. That night we even defied gravity.
PD
p.s. mani lente means slow hands in Italian
p.p.s. Guitar Love I and II can be found here...http://jpicforum.info/miscellaneous/...e-ii-3300.html
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Last edited by PaintedDiary; 09-04-2007 at 12:50 AM.
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