ILLUSION OF THE MOMENT

Excuse me but there is nothing I would rather do then show you, the truth about my sensual feelings and affection that I am imagining me doing to you. For they say a mind is a terrible thing to waste just like time, for instance when you are in the mood for sexual stimulation in body and soul and mind. You have to reach out to touch and feel the texture of their skin, from head to toe as your hands become invisible moving across skin and flesh. For let me show you that I wanna be able to see, the difference between a little girl and a grown woman, for I want to release that side of you that hides deep underground. For would you mind if I was to kiss your lips and feel, the softness of your cheeks gently under control by my hand. For would you reveal your desires in a whisper, into my ears as you crave, the taste of my tongue as it receive the taste of your HONEY. For would you let me enter into the depth of your thoughts, that dances with the sound of my voice like a silent quiet heartbeat. For would you let me know what you are feeling as I hold your body up close to mine, gently and slowly with each step of my finger tips skating across your flesh of your flesh.