Come to me woman as creatures of light often do float into my arms, dig your talons into my chest exposing what lie beneath my muscle bound flesh. Lay kisses upon me; in such succession that they burn my skin like lightening and make my heart pound like thunder.
Undo these buttons with nimble fingers, remove from my body this disguise I wear for others and see me, I ask that you see me as I refuse to see myself. Touch me with soft hands until I am a statue in your grasp, bite my neck, as your palms caress. Each stroke shortening my every breath.
I will take you like this, disrobe you, see through you and your eyes will come alive shinning upon me like great stars. I bury myself so deep that the lines between what is yours and mine become one in the same. Now my darling as my hands clinch your hips And you ****** your body upon me like Cato Minor upon the sword; call out to me, cry my name.
Cato Minor was a politician and statesman in the late Roman Republic, and a follower of the Stoic philosophy. He attempted to **** himself by stabbing himself with his own sword