she walks onto the scene breathtaking hormones raging from her power overwhelming my senses longing to explore this majestic creature sent from above an angel in disguise a nubian goddess with love and compassion gleaming from those ebony eyes chocolate skin longing for a proper dress to fit those perfect thighs a suitable blouse to show enough to make the strongest man forget he was tough trembling limbs turn to chattering jibs that blurt out one simple sound thoughts turn to mush words leave the mind only visions of late night rendezvous leading to the grind of pelvis touching pelvis in an effort to have a little death then resurrect in each other's arms touch brings comfort exhale that final breath no longer ***** we direct the final cut ending our love scene