Artist Jim Schaeffing; picssr.com
My words breathe sultry over your ear, the caress of my salacious discourse that finds its way into your pores, through your veins, and straight to your heart. You shudder at my amorous enticement that sends first shivery goose bumps, then incandescent passion, and finally pure bliss. These words of mine draw out your extraordinary essence, a woman of refinement and poise, of beauty and desirability. And you bathe in their tantalizing effect that stirs tiny orgasmic microseisms beginning at the whisper in your ear and spreading lower in warmth and flame.
Next come my lips, a delicate kiss against your ear lobe, evoking a gasp, a moan, a pulsation in your voice, in your breath as you exhale. Trailing down your cheekbone, my lips ingest your velvet skin one brush at a time, slowly, languidly, delighting in the touch of your softness and the aura of your warmth.
Finally come my hands, stalwart and forthright, rugged yet sensitive. The one on your bare shoulder slides lower, trailing delicious curves and resting on your hip, drawing you madly against mine. My other hand like a feather slides your dress strap down your arm, letting it hang over your elbow until it slips further down. When the strap on the other side follows suit, you turn to face me, your eyes a glowing fire within, your breath quick-paced and eager.
As our lips meet with life-sustaining intensity, the words that I planted in your heart earlier suddenly blossom into a rose, a flower ready to be tended and watered.