There is pitch darkness in the room. Joseph is watching from the
window. A man is walking in the rain on the road with a woman
who is in his arms. They stopped under the street light. The man
took a bottle of liquor and drank.Then he took the woman in to
his arms and kissed her. She is in his hug under showering rain.
Just then, Jolie’s hot body touched behind Joseph. She was also
looking at the romance on the road. Jolie was naked. Joseph can
feel her body in darkness. He took her in to his arms. He kissed her.
They reached the bed. She lay in his arms. She was a revelation in
that dim, mysterious chamber as white as the couch she lay upon.
Her firm elastic flesh knows its birthright was like a creamy lily that
the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the world.
Her abundant passion without guile or trickery was like the white
flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own
sensuous nature that had never yet been reached. He stayed as
cushioned upon her, breathless, dazed, enervated, with his heart
beating like a hammer upon her.With one hand she clasped his head,
her lips lightly touching him. The other hand stroked with a soothing
rhythm his muscular shoulders.The rain started again. The growl of
the thunder was distant and passing.