Seduced By A Llama

George the Llama shifted his soft mahogany eyes slightly. Something was different today. Love was in the air. He could sense it- just as one may taste a sugary treat or smell a familiar scent. Passion coursed through his veins like liquid fire. He stopped chewing his cud for a moment as he tasted it on his lips.

"Ahhh, passion," he sighed. His soft voice was velvety smooth. His Antonio Banderas-like accent was distinctly South American. "Somewhere, I tink there is a lovely for me," he cooed.

He stood up from his usual place beneath the tree and stretched his sinewy limbs. His milky chocolate wool fell into heavy folds along his sides as he shook  In the ways of an accomplished seducer, he slowly blinked his heavily hooded eyes. Everything about him was purposeful and magnificent as he stepped onto the meadow. His slight build contradicted the raw strength and power that he exuded as he strode toward the liquid sweet scent which beckoned him. Moving siliently, he fixed his intense gaze upon perfection in the feminine form.

She stood in the middle of the meadow. A warm gentle breeze from the West blew her hair across her face and claimed her scent. It carried it along the current of the wind like a gypsy running freely across the moors. She was innocence and seductiveness and witchcraft and Spring combined. She lowered her neck with a grace that would have shamed Aphrodite herself.

George (or Jorge in his native tongue) approached her with the quiet strength of a panther stalking his prey. This was no ordinary ingenue. She was a child to the ways of the world and he cautioned himself to exercise restraint- less the force of his passion unnerve her.

He cleared his throat. "Ahem." She seemed overly occupied with the green tendrils at her feet. "Escuse me, Miss." 

She stopped moving her velvety lips. In what seemed an eternity, but was barely a second, the graceful neck lifted and black eyes met deep brown ones. A heartbeat stopped- or was it two? This was a moment in which time did not exist.

To Be Continued...