She looked like desire; sex in the flesh -- she looked like a wet dream.  She spread her legs wide as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes cloudy as she looked at him, one hand moving the skirt to one side, the other extending a beckoning finger.  
 
"Come here," she whispered.  
 
He couldn't tell if he ran or flew, only registering the texture of her body beneath his body, his fingers sinking into her succulent curves, his lips ravishing hers; the sensation of being buried in her velvety warmth...  
 
Let me tempt you,  
Kisses and flesh pressed close --  
You are the muse of my lusts  
Keeper of my dark desires...  
 
Every rendezvous is unique, every kiss a redefinition of passion, every word spoken a new world of possibility.  How I long to be moved by you...  
 
Breathless in wait,  
Sophi