The touch of Your breath on my lips, your hand runs along my leg, squeezing it with such intensity.

How I respond to your touch, with quivers - my whole body reacts to the way you feel me up and down, lingering in my weak spots, provoking my awaiting passion.
Your lips, so smooth, running down my neck. Sweet kisses, gentle nibbles
as you hold me and as I cling to you.

Holding your arms around my waist, forcing me close to you, still feeling your breath gently on my lips. Not being able to take my hands off of you, still clinging to your body and your eyes never leaving mine.

Your breathing increases rapidly and my heart leaps -
The movement of our bodies against one another, finally feeling alive, the frenzy of our love overtakes you. I see who you are, your soul.
Darkness emerges.