I always find myself thinking some day maybe I'll be the edge of her seat or the drive that compelles her warmth to draw a hot blanket of intense heat to the surface as she slightly begins to perspire at just the thought of me.. But as it may seem now it's all I can do to control myself while the thought of her scent fills my nose and lungs driving me so irate that I can tast her sweat desolving on the tip of my already watering toung..... . So it would seem to appear My thoughts seem to let my imagination take me hostage and completely carry me away. The honest truth is I want her so fucking BAD it consumes me Oh so much so...that I wish I could have my way with her body and mind doing as I may at will to see fit inside my dirty mind.. I would make it seem as though a chapter of a best seller romance...