The words jumping on her lips dried . His art of downstair insidies striked her guilt. He had all opportunity to win her as she was readily willing to give herself to him. Yet,he was cautious not to leap at the chance.
Hot to trot , the fruity kisses
forged on when the car screeched
to a halt near a dusty bicycle under an empty tree on a lonely hut side in the dark evening. They waited for the barking dogs to finish . The lingering kisses rekindled the passion in love until something strange knocked the door.

-Knock of Shock-

© Lara Indian