There you are, standing in the hall with the moonlight cascading onto your skin, showing off the silhouette of your beautiful body.
I curse the Moon because it gets to touch you first. As I try to control my inner desire, for one brief moment, I allow my mind to race in desire.
Alas! I settled the discussion, I settled the debate and concluded at this one beautiful thing spoke your true fate:
'Gorgeous.'
Gorgeous is your skin.
Gorgeous is your smile.
Gorgeous the way you walk.
Gorgeous when I hear you talk.
Gorgeous.
(Wild thoughts)
With my eyes I summoned you, laughing at the Moon as it is no longer kissing your beautiful skin.
As I lay you down on the bed I slowly open your legs, I can already smell your nectar.
I, like a hummingbird am drawn to your forbidden nectar, then for a brief moment I hear your heart skip a beat.
I blow on your ******** now warm to the touch, you let out a soft moan 'ahhhh, love, don't stop'.
With a smooth deep soft voice I uttered 'your wish will always be my command' I was truly wrapped in the moment.