by
Torri

. . . and lying here, half dozing,
. . . I feel her snuggle closer to me
Her hair, soft and fragrant, in my face . . .
I close my eyes and inhale. I am filled with the warm, sweet incense of sugar cane . . .
like that grown on the island of her birth . . . I am filled with love, respect
and admiration for the land, the people and the God that spawned her . . .

I move instinctively to put my arms around her. Pulling her closer to me . . . her
smooth bare back against my breast, her round firm ass pressed tightly against
my . . . WomanFlesh . . . burying my face in her hair. I hold her and I can't
tell where my flesh ends and hers begins . . . the wave of love and affection that
washes over me . . . leaves me temporarily without my breath or my mind . . .

. . . she sighs and turns in my arms to lay upon her back . . . maneuvering my hand to
cup her most beautiful breast . . . to caress her taut nipples and her eyes . . .
soulful and deep, penetrate me with ColdHot passion . . . she says "Love me Torri"
. . . my lips find hers . . . a kiss long and deep, taking her tongue into my mouth . . .
sucking . . . nibbling gently on her lower lip . . . stroking her
breasts.
My . . . WomanFlesh . . . throbs in anticipation . . . I hear her moan and gasp as
I kiss her face . . . her neck . . . sucking on her collarbone...leaving my mark of
desire on her satin flesh . . . caressing her skin . . . with my lips and tongue . . .
her smooth cocoa skin . . .

Her hands move skillfully to hold my face . . . and she guides my lips to her swollen
nipple and I gratefully take the sweet berry into my mouth . . . still caressing
the other with my hand . . . she sighs my name . . . "Torri" . . . like a heavenly
invocation it sounds and her body trembles . . .


I move my hand over her tight belly
. . . my lips . . . my tongue . . . my mouth
never leaving her breast
and she, with one hand caressing and holding my head
. . . the other slowly leads my hand towards her, already, thrusting hips. Sweet
sighs and moans escape her lips . . . our breathing is deep and hurried
. . . as I cup and squeeze her WomanFlesh . . . I feel her body tense as her hips
instinctively push her mound tighter against my exploring hand. She moans
loudly . . .and I gasp . . . her legs open slightly and my fingers slip into her
river . . . sweet honey streams . . . I feel her rigid little mountain, slippery with
her passion, quiver and pulse under my eager fingers.
I continue to favor that sweet taut berry with gentle caresses and her hips move in
perfect time . . . sliding and grinding against my gentle assault . . .
She moans and whispers my name . . . or is that the singing of angels that I hear . . .


She gently pushes my head towards her garden and I kiss and suck her skin on my
trek to her Eden
. . . I kiss her inner thighs . . . the lips of her WomanFlesh . . . inhale her tropical
lust
I slide . . . one . . . two . . . no, three fingers into her sugar river.
Sliding them gently . . . methodically . . . in then out . . .
Feverishly, she continues to thrust and grind in synch
. . . and I, not missing a stroke, my lips find her quivering little mountain . . . I
suck . . . taste and lick her honey streams . . . taking the root of her passion into
my mouth
She hisses . . . sighs . . . moans . . . and utters mild oaths . . .
pleas . . . and my name in that rich, thick dialect of her home
Her hands, on the back of my head, clutch tighter and tighter . . . pulling me into her
. . . her hips thrusting faster and harder as she nears release . . . her passion,
her fire . . . her lust and love to baptize me . . . my eyes fill with tears and my
love for her swells and we . . .

The phone rings . . . it's her. She tells me that she misses me . . .
_____I tell her that I . . . was just thinking about her . . . "Good things,
_____I hope." she says with a laugh . . . "very good things." I reply.
We chat . . . we laugh . . . we smile . . . both declaring that we can't
_____wait to be together . . . we say 'I love you' and we hang up . . . I
_____smile.

. . . and lying here, half dozing,
. . . I feel her snuggle closer to me
Her hair, soft and fragrant, in my face . . .
I close my eyes and inhale. I am filled with the warm, sweet incense of sugar cane . . .

© 1999 Heed the Call of the Drum