The moment I saw him standing with all glamour in that cozy neon light of the plush and elegant decorative room, I knew he was the man for me. I kept staring at him and he at me, both of us lost in our bubble of absolute privacy. We were left alone, and I touched him, my hands trembling with excitement and fear. I started feeling him slowly, gently exploring him with my deft fingers. He stood there, without shying away from me and I got bolder, exploring him in and out. He in turn kept inspecting my passion, with silent sweet acceptance, revealing his feelings with silent grunts and groans. In the end of our exploit that lasted fifteen minutes, I knew we had struck the deal, and I wanted him for a life time.

I wanted him so very badly.

With a last longing look, I parted from him after extracting a promise that he would come to my home real soon. I spent day after day staring at my phone, willing it to ring (I had it in silent mode, anyways) and let me know that one message that I was so desperate to hear. There was nothing. No phone call, no message. I tried calling him back, but he kept evading me. I was heartbroken. Food became a burden, sleep my arch enemy. I felt lifeless, empty.

2 Months later:

The lazy spring evening, brought me good news, the message of his arrival. I remained in high state of excitement, diving into my wardrobe looking for that perfect dress which would complement my perfect moment. I settled for my red sheath and initiated my elaborate dressing ceremony. He was waiting at my porch sharp at seven. The lights at my porch made him look yummy and again I felt that high voltage electric current running through my nerves. I devoured him with my eyes, my fingers itching to touch every bit of him. I leapt for him and he caught me with an easy grace, I placed my head on him, feeling his strong body, trying to hug his vast expanse. I looked at him with a questioning smile, seeking permission. He gazed at me quietly and gave me the key to his very soul. I was on fire, wildly consuming, stretching and pulling my legs. I held him in a steady grip, feeling the hardness and softness of his driving force. He took me everywhere I wanted to go, soothing me with his coolness and gentle hum of melodies. He drove and drove and drove till I was limp with exhaustion. I smiled tears, running down, my lips gently touching his Crimson metal body. He was my love, my friend, my silent companion. He was my salvation. My lovely blood red Audi <3