Sample:
"Have you ever felt the stroke of a round soft hair brush on your skulp?" She asked, taking a step closer, "close your eyes."
Her soft voice was soothing my eardrums; the tone of her soft loving voice sweeter than blossoming purple penda flowers in my balcony.
"Have you ever felt the first drop of rain after dust, the smell of spring, a sky full of butterflys under the sun?" I asked, trying to overcome her dominance ovee my feminine side. I felt different. Her body was on me, my back pinned on the wall.
"I want to touch you Yvi, can I?"
I said nada.
"If it bothers you I can stop," she added her hands under my blouse, on my back. pulling me close enough to her pink glossy lips. If she came closer... I would bite.
I wanted her so bad.
I wanted to feel her nipples press against mine.
I wanted time to stop and wait for our two souls to combine as one.
"Have you ever desired a woman?"
A desire so strong, and only the one true love can quench your thirst.
Have you ever loved!
Loved a pulchitrudinous bombshell, that whom makes you smile at a time of grief.
She lifted my chin up, leaned in and I felt time altered in the space time continium. All motions are slowed.
Nothing else mattered.
"Follow me to Paris, the capital of France. Be my baby."
She meant it, but she was a stranger in my land. I was bound by my culture and Rwanda was home.