Ahh, but its the scent, that swings my attention. The soft smell of flesh, all hot and moist, willing with want. That sweetness in smiles and deep eyes, filled with the light of joy, filling the air with laughter.
Seems a little like bitching, with a need for understanding, the needs of an old man, wanting more then smiles. Pent up and gut aching, please... Daunting she leaves me hanging, with a paining of desire to release. To be free, to be me awakening.
The feel of a genital touch, mustering up lust and desire, burning like fire as holy hell. The flames licking away at my soul, burning to know her - as I am. This dream goddess - with faces ever changing, always haunting, heating - my hearts desire from within. To hold her in honor of her beauty and whims, sugar and spice how nice, how nice. The entice of her welcoming a gift in. A dream fading, I know. Lost in the space of time with no where to go.