It is late as I wait for you to walk through the door. I am a temptress, dressed to impress.
My hair flows down in gentle waves, as I dare to lay here anticipating his reaction in all my vulnerable beauty, porcelain skin kissed by black lace and bows.
I smile as my eyes meet his, the spark is too hot to ignore. I see my ravenous conquest.
His skin so warm, bearing masculinity he draws near aroused by my alluring distraction.
Undeniable his passionate duty. Explosions begin provoked by desire and eagerly exposed.
I want to cry out, there is no taming his flame. I am blown away by his divinity.
I beg and I plead, but he takes his time devouring every inch of my femininity.
Rhythmic euphoria whilst dancing between linen he takes control.
We two lovers entwined in this game of seduction. A never ending desire to scream his name.