Eros Flame

All evening, we have danced. Our bodies whispering their secrets as we swayed to the sultry rhythm. The vision in your mind of what lies beneath my gossamer gown has haunted your eyes hungrily, and I have felt your passion rise against my thighs. Now we are alone in the candlelight. Let your fingers caress the curve of my lips. The warmth of my mouth invites your tongue to drink the wine of desire and longing. As you slide the veils from my shoulders, purred pink arousal springs forth at your searching lips. Sip the sweet taste of dove-soft flesh, lover of mine. Voyage over my skin, an intrepid explorer of the yet unknown, and my velvet drapes, so soft and dewy, open eagerly to you. I am ablaze with the fire you ignite within me. My heated body welcomes you in anticipation of delicious, unparalleled utopia, aflame inside me as you and I become one. Yes, we have danced, for all that is love is a dance. Our libidinous tango began when our eyes first met across a chemically-charged divide, our auras locked in a burning union. Satin dreams cannot come close to the fire that licks at our eager opacity. Indeed, I have throbbed and pulsed in your closeness, for you have massaged my dying vessel to new heights of desire. The fickle flame flickers warm light upon our flesh, flightful as a moth across our discarded cloaks of feigned modesty. I will take you on a divan of burning silk and gossamer smouldering embers. Muscle and sinew, strain and stretch, lust manifest in every thrust. My rough calloused hands tear at lace and silk, mercilessly seizing at your soft, eager flesh. Basking in the afterglow, the ash from the fires within falls weightlessly upon us like the gentle caress of feathers. We lay in each other's arms as the fallen of Pompeii, forevermore encapsulated in clouds of molten fervour.