What do you see?
Do you see a woman worthy of the lips that speak your true intentions?
A being in step with the intensity of your complex passion?
Do you glimpse in her the free spirit also in need of your arms and their embrace, the skin and heat that feel and taste just like home?
A body, a soul, a mind, a heart, a sweet and wanton cunt deserving of your sensual kiss, your ragged breath, the cock, the thrusts, the grip, the molten come that will mark her indelibly as yours?
Would they hunger for the woman reflected, divided, yearning, out of reach?
Would they crave the riven being before you, the intensity, the duality, the sensual and the carnal, the appetites and their satiation, brought together as one by your passion and your touch?
I am – and forever will be – a creature born in the last throes, at the close of days, weeks, months of blistering fire and overwhelming heat.
I am summer’s love child.
With the flavour of the sun in my flesh, with the dawn and dusk indelibly etched on my skin, with its wanton passion, its sensual caress in the curve of my hip, in the breath between my lips, with its sultry nights and lustful promises deep in my bones, flowing through my veins.