The touch of you intoxicates me, I can’t get enough of you. I love to hold you in my arms, my hands exploring your curves. Slowly undressing you feeling you skin shiver and prickle under my touch. The breath catching in your throat as you feel the zip fall on your dress and my fingers slip inside. Your eyes closed as my lips prise themselves from your neck, whispering my intent into your ear, preparing your mind, letting you know that you will not leave my grasp until I am sated, until you are empty of strength, and all around you turns to a blurred fog of sexual lusts, pouring over you.