With a loud
clanking clamor, the
vehicle rolled to a stop; a
pungent reek of burnt metal
hung in the air.
Angrily,
he jumped
out, slammed the
door, and paced a while…
Some males lose their cool
when they don’t feel in control.
Now, his sensible self began splintering.
For a while his mind was like a lump of death;
a chaos of clay hardening in the paralyzing grips
of circumstance. The dark night was devouring him;
he was stranded smackdab in the middle of nowhere,
with no way to communicate.
.
“Damn cellphone battery,” he hissed, “what now?”
.
Broodingly,
he observed, in a
long sweeping gaze,
the muzzy silhouette
of a lone
cottage in the distance…
.
‘Maybe I could get help there.’
His thoughts quickened.
Locking his vehicle, he strode off.
.
As he neared,
an upstairs shade
was lifted suddenly, and
a warm splash of golden light
spilled out into a charcoal night…
.
As if by magic,
a woman appeared in a
gilded-glow of candlelight.
Unreserved
in her manner;
she drifted across
the man’s senses as a
musky persuasion moistened
him in a swirl of seduction…
.
Utterly, his
mind yielded
to the rage of her,
and like a phantom
he maneuvered nearer…
.
‘Neath the open window
(and being concealed now in the
shadows of a sprawling Black Walnut)
he gazed up at a moist body
radiant in pastel hues,
wet strands of hair
hanging limply,
droplets of water,
like brooding adamants,
glistening at hairs end,
and then…,
plummeting down silently
towards a darkened cleavage.
.
Carefully, she patted dry the
water beading on her velvet flesh.
Toweling softly her shoulders and breasts,
she moved down her
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“Where are you my darling?” He heard her whisper as she moved from sight.
.
Decisively, he walked to the door and knocked. Around him, the sound of crickets intensified…
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richard lloyd cederberg
8/19