I can't help myself for I am a self-confessed romantic who adores the dance of mutual seduction.
A Euphoric moment in time, for that moment you were mine...
There is a paradox here. I don`t want the moment, only euphoric, only one MOMENT intertwined.
I want the memory of it on the body, the knowing that your flesh and skin, will remember me. That the moment, will last within, that the senses will remember it, so my voice will bring you to the brink.
I crave `le petite morte`, I want it to be engraved in your memory, because, I want you mind, body and soul.
Is what makes a man and woman complete, what make the half, one. Is my right, as a man, and your right, as a woman. To desire the carnal pleasures of both intertwined...
Is not about imposing oneself, is about surrendering to something ancient.
Is what you seek salacious, one carnal act of passion, as the bodies tremble in ecstasy. Your senses will erupt in fervor and you will crave ï¿¿le petite morteï¿¿ because you Surrendered to something ancient. My magnetism will enthrall you. You will long for the remembrance of my scent and lie incandescently in the thought of my splendor ï¿¿ï¿¿ï¿¿