Almond and honeyed butter, the scent lingered,
A pendant upon her neck she mindlessly fingered,
Removing a wooden clasp, hair fell in midnight waves,
The action of coupling turning mere men to slaves,
Rolling and heavy of breath, hand to matted brow,
A lingering eye, a smacking of lips, “c’mon, take me now”.
When your wife asks if you’d like to join her on a work flight to Nagoya, even if only for 24 hours, you go.
Anyone who even pretends to know anything about me knows that I absolutely adore spending time in Japan. It’s just such a nice place that is so different to the hustle & bustle that is life in Bangkok.