Tracing my fingertips along the
veins of life, a slow seduction erupting desires that few tales would claim. I can feel her skin, dreaming of fantasy, my touch finding it's way to ecstasy. Tongues serpentine through our sacred eden, temptations untethered in my eyes. Translucent under a silent moon, our shadows entwined under passionate vows. Silk ribbons of ice, halos of raindrops, deconstructed flashes of lightning, synchronized in a ritual of lust. Physical thoughts evoking what our hearts feel, voicing nitrates as they howl from our bodies, vibrant in the language of pleasure. A measurement of gasping breaths released form a communion mist in the ether. Winged...