Come to me.

Move in.

Close.

Close enough to sense my heat, to bask in the gleam on my skin, to commit to memory my perfume, the softness of my breath, the moan released from these rouged lips as I struggle with my need, as I silently fight the urge to reach out and touch lightly your bronzed nakedness.

Near enough to have your gaze possess and scorch your mark deep into my flesh, to have your look trace the line, the curves of this body, the dim light and each accenting shadow, the pearlescent spheres wound about the slender throat your hands crave to sensually grip, the string soon to be replaced by the glistening beads of your violent passion, to have your eyes travel languorously all the way down the tautness of my belly, your flesh and desire and mind a whir as you fix on the pearls nestled into this sodden scarlet smoothness, around the throbbing bud of my purest pleasure, between the cunt lips, along the intimate place even now begging, pleading, craving your voracious mouth and tongue and dexterous fingers, your cock, your thrusts, your come deep inside my sweet tight cunt, the beautiful brutality of your invasion.