Everytime I peer into your eyes there is always something new to see, a landmark to discover. Your voice only amplifies imperium in your words. Arabesque posture, hand extended caressing me, constantly assuring me and tempting me with cordial ambition. Always out of reach, craving me to want her more. A spark of electricity to her gentle touch falling victim to my own impulsive trepidation of never being good enough.
Yet she stays, guiding me onward despite my state of mind. Suddenly her grasp loosened continuously the more she led on, up until...