Her titillating tattoo tantalizes me deeply, to the tenth degree. I see it as I slip her silk dress slowly down her left shoulder. A lizard lying on a boulder, contrasting with her silky smooth soft snowy skin.
I kiss her shoulder, and she shudders and sighs a deep sigh. Goosebumps rise up her body as a sturdy gust seizes the moment. The forest we make love in quakes and shakes as she shivers and quivers under the touch of my hands.
My left hand holds her upper arm, while my right grips her hips. She closes her eyes, smiling, giggling in amusement. I spin her slowly ‘round, and look into her hazel eyes, her soft ******* and thighs against mine for warmth and gentle touch.
I kiss her lips. Strawberry. And we slide down to the ground. The scariness we have found slips away in our grace. We sinners share our shame, our lust, and come to a conclusion, and bust each others doors down, sweet ****** on this cold ground.