Rituals

Sheets that smell of you, of us. Our midnight musings and sexy secrets hidden under covers. Our lacivious dance by candlelight awakens the night.

You are Eros incarnate. Your aim is true and your assail lethal.

The attack on my heart results in a cloying wantonness.

Beguiling.

Stormy eyes and firm hands. Soft lips licking lightning.

My core quickens to the onslaught. Moonlight miracles. Crowing quiet incantations in the darkness.

Thrashing.

Throbbing.

Nocturnal sap lingers until daybreak consummates.