5 degrees hotter than hell

In always changing circumstances, choices just have to be made. And your choice is the direct cause of this; so I have you here, right where I want you, where I need you… in the middle of a blue eye trouble;)

And this eye is set on you, not on the world outside, but on a world with you in it. I become provocateur, spy and spectator at the same time, feeling and observing your reactions to my subversive methods; the ways you do what women do best as causality to the symptom of me, my tongue, my touch, my brute force…

In the depths of this hot summer night, five degrees hotter than hell; when for the life of me, I can’t remember anything else… I am only able to create new memories out of you, and you react in ways a woman should;)

Ladies first:*

A touch draws that line which separates reality from dream. There is something warm in it, inviting and most dear. I open my eyes slowly, very cautiously. I see her naked contours clearly on the pale crescent moonlight. I’m easy, so I don’t resist and obediently submit to her mild orders and I succumb into the full luxury that is her. Balls deep…

She still has some remnants of the delicious strawberries on her bottom lip, and I can still bite the taste of the passing day from her sweet smile; always a constant smile on her pretty young face, even when she sleeps. But, she’s not sleeping now;)

In this moment consisted of that entire beauty firmly caught in my midst, from the depths of her sigh she silently speaks a soft sound in my ear… I think that’s my name;)