Did I really invade her presence, so that her body shook and trembled with joy?
My voice in the night, when the moon shines so brightly, is as sweet as honey. Yet, when I whisper my wants in her ear, I set a fire in her soul and stir her desires in a caldron of my magic.
Safe in my grasp, bound on the altar of my wants, I peel her open.
I steal her sleep, but gift her with energy that would fire her to the stars.
Rampant passion wreaking havoc in her mind and across her wanton body.
