skin...
gliding over skin...
barely touching...brushing.
the paperlike sound of your fingertips on me
heat...
blossoming against cool sheets
as I arch
and your breath catching
shadows...
deeper than the darkness
twining
and gasps of delight, building
your hands..
mine...
meeting
your pulse fluttering at your throat as I kiss
a tang of blood
salt sweat
nails and teeth and tongues and lips and bodies
all acts of love and pleasure are her rituals