Your body is a sonnet waiting to be written. Each feature a word, every curve a syllable. Let me pen them with my breath. Caress each stroke with a brush of my lips. Until your orgasm cascades like an alliteration of two letters ad infinitum. Our bodies entwined in a lyrical symphony of action and passion. The meter of our love dictated by our desires, each body complementing each other in time and rhyme. Come, let us seek new sensual sensations in the dictionary of our flesh. The mind is the greatest erogenous zone in the body, and consider this short passage foreplay. Care to go all the way?

Getting out and doing something interesting, or maybe just some drinks. Never know what mood I'll be in