Stop everything.
She is here.

Stop the world; I want to step off.
Step off to kiss her, to explore her entirely,
to go down to her thighs, savoring every part of her body.

The room fills with silence,
a silence broken only by hedonism,
by our moans.
Her body, an absolute aphrodisiac.

My hands search for her, eager;
my mouth discovers her, impatient to feel her reach her peak.
Her back, soft and delicate,
a canvas where my finger traces her spine.
I can feel how the texture of her skin shifts,
how the warmth of her body rises.

I keep going down, in an ecstasy that only Dionysus could inspire.
My lips carve a path that disappears into her skin;
I explore every corner, every curve that shapes her figure.
Her moans guide my movements,
and I, absorbed, let myself be carried away by the heat of her body.

Stop the world, stop the clocks, stop everything.

There are moments that should never end.
I want to keep this one forever:
the moment someone made me come more than five times.

As a tribute to Eros himself;
her, and her smile.