The wind lifted the desert sands into illusions of living forms.
It massaged the fabric of the tent undulating as if it were alive.
She lay beneath the rugs her skin prickling with her thoughts.
The day would begin before long,
Tending the animals, preparing the first meal.
That night she had dreamed of the Jinn,
The mythical wind of the desert.
She had seen and felt the wind that was more than a warm breeze.
It had caressed her or so she thought.
That memory came to her in the thin light of dawn.
Her body tantalized as if an invisible hand moved across her body.
Moving down it’s fingers threading in the down as they ran through pubic hair.
One finger moved between the velvet lips as it found the entry,
The wind seemed to moan and move with her, hips rolling, legs spread.
The gusts now slamming into the tent walls as if trying to enter,
Wanting to join her, envelope her.
Soft “voices” calling insistently to her….
The corner of the entry flapped open and permitting a gust wind to enter.
Sweeping around her body seeming to embrace her.
Her passion enhanced by the feel of the wind pressing upon her.
A soft voice whispered, “I am the Jinn. You have known me from the the desert. I come to give you my light.”.
Heat surrounded her as her legs spread under the blossoming covers.
Her robe whisked off revealing her glistening body, moist with desire.
Inflamed, her senses focused only on the wind and it’s demands.
The wind took shape between her legs revealing the gleam of the Jinn.
His body glowing from the fire within, steam seeming to evaporate in puffs of mist as his ardor grew.
He was truly a sight.
Glistening skin brown as if toasted in a desert oven.
His eyes like the sky, a brilliant blue.
Between his legs his manhood stood erect.
The interior of the tent swirled with the wind as the Jinn knelt forward grasping her hips.
Pulling her into him as the head of his penis was surrounded by the wet lips of her vagina,
As the Jinn entered an intense heat filled her, the seal of her virginity pierced.
Her body quivered, shook arching legs bent and lifted taking his sexual root deep inside.
The wind in and outside the tent attacked as the Jinn and his lover coupled in the center of a whirlwind .
She felt the fire of his passion as the tips of her hair crisped and crumbled to dust.
The Jinn glowed brighter and brighter the point of his coupling scattering sparks with each violent thrust.
The walls of the tent smoking, bursting into flames as she screamed with pleasure or was it pain…or both?
He arched his back and threw his head back as he poured his fire into her.
The Jinn swirled, once again the hot desert wind, ashes lashed into the early morning light.
In one thrust she was consumed by the flames of the Jinn’s lust.
A passionate sound of her orgasm echoed over the sounds of the desert wind.
From the settled ashes a delicate, unique stem balancing a red flame colored flower arose.
It was never to be more than what it was…a myth yet every rainy season the desert burst into vistas of flame covered flowers for a single day.
As the desert wind caressed these stems a soft multi- voiced moan could be heard…
A chorus….?
