Imagine taking a chance – risking it all – on a woman like me.
A woman whose desire for you burns through the years, reduces thousands of miles to inches with the sultry utterance of your name.
A woman whose delicate frame arcs as your breath meets her skin, whose intimate flesh gleams with sensual hunger and carnal yearning as you bring her to life each day with your dawn kiss.
A woman who aches for the man in his entirety, who longs for his curiosity, the mystery, the knowing, the complexity, the mess, their fusion and untamed, erotic depths.
I wonder if your imaginings would dare conjure such a creature, if they would scream for fantasy to give birth to a new reality, if they would allow time and space and fate and fortune to bend, break, meet.
If they could inspire your hands to reach out, to gift her with the touch you can no longer bear to keep to yourself.