"I hear you— your heartbeat against mine right down to my toes, arrested and captive by your sighs calling for me— Closer, come closer— Just right there, friction over static in each hot draw of breath, in each flick of our wrists, in wanton whispers of sweet nothings. Mine. Be mine.
I feel you— I feel your wanting in the way your voice shakes as my name escapes your lips. Consume me. Thoroughly— enraptured as I am by your ecstasy; hands leaving nothing untouched, tongues leaving no inch untasted. Take me. Take me.
I reach out, my very fingertips over the blurs of your incandescent cheeks, flushed wildly just as I open my mouth, narrate my desires, lick my lips to prepare for yours, past pixels— I want more. Keep your hungry eyes on me and your ears to my rapture. Give me more.
I let go. Any and all inhibition lost in frantic thrusting of the hips. This craving, intoxicating, lightning running through my head. Pink. Blind *******. Coming. I’m *******.
Let’s get lost in this high, the echoing symphonies of our lust harmonizing languidly to the feverish commands our shameless orchestra of sweating flesh performs, this duet— Yes, yes, YES— Our risqué masterpiece beyond the distance, our bodies shaking, our smiles satisfied. The postlude comes in sobering silence.