By: David W. Clare

I drove her home, to her secret couchet
Across the mountains to the valley of splendor...

Adventure was in store!

Late night lonely struck
I noticed her in the crowd
Deafening Silence ensued
I pursued her slowly...

She appeared to be the Scheherazade
I must applaud her now!

I asked her name she told me..
Brandy
Telepathy played sexually
We walked away...
...to her love nest to play!

We arrived at dusk...
We both knew we must explore in lust!

I was thirsty for some Brandy...

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