The moon is beautiful, tonight, isn't it? So full, so bright . . . Soft, like velvet. I wonder, if I stretched far enough . . . could I reach it?
Of course, nothing could be more beautiful than you . . . Your eyes, your lips . . . ah . . . Now? You will be the death of me . . .
Your hands . . . Have I mentioned lately how much I love your hands? Smooth . . . Strong . . . You're everywhere at once. Your nails drag softly over sensitive skin, setting aflame . . . oh . . . so good . . . How do you do this? Fill me with desire for you . . . You never fail to arouse me.
Hold me. Your eyes entice me, pulling me in . . . Deep and liquid and warm and oh . . . like that. Carress me as only you know how. Paint me with wants and needs only you can satisfy. Come closer . . . kiss me . . .
Hnn . . . Don't stop. Don't you dare stop . . . You're cruel. Ahn! More . . . please, more . . . Deeper. Harder. Just a little farther . . . reach for that elusive something . . .
Oh, god, oh, please, oh, yes, oh, moremoremore . . . Hold me. Own me. Be me. Burn away everything else . . .
Pulsing, pounding, bruising, screaming . . . Let the world explode around me . . . as long as I have you.