Dusk blanketed the night in its
darkest robe.
The man walked slowly to where she
laid. Under the flicker of the lone
flame that escaped the carelessly hung lamp at the corner of her room, the man
looked at the naked curves of her sleeping body that moved rhythmically with
her breath. The place was mostly dark
otherwise and he saw her ample curves glistening under the golden hue of the
wavering flame. There was some sort of
beauty in watching her sleep.
The man knew he only had some more
time left before dawn breaks and with it, the world around him would wake
up. He somewhat enjoyed the loneliness
the sleeping world gave him but he knew he needed to get to her before the
world woke up.
He went closer to her and laid his
hand on her sleeping warm body. He
caressed his hand slowly along the length of her sinuous body and touched her
in a way only he knew. She slowly opened
her dark, beautiful eyes and instantly recognized his impatience. She was used to his ways and knew exactly
what he wanted. She moved and
positioned herself so that he could slowly let his hands run gradually under
her. She welcomed him.
Both knew they had only little time
before the world wakes up and thus hurried into play. She felt his hand touching her in a familiar
way and she felt his hand hold her voluptuousness and then press her, first
slowly, then gently and then hard. She
closed her eyes, cringing with a sense of both pain and pleasure. And he pressed her again. Harder.
And harder. And harder. Again.
And again. And again.
In the flicker of the lone flame
wavering in the feeble wind, the two early bodies went about with their act
oblivious to the world around them, whom they safely assumed was still in
slumber under the dark of the night.
After a while, he was done. He was satisfied. He got what he had wanted. He stood up to leave. Dawn broke and a faint wind doused the
flickering flame of her lamp.
She was happy too. And she knew that he would be back for the
same the next dawn too; it had become routine and she was now used to him, his
way and his act.
For he was the farmer and she, was
his only cow.
