Eruption

Destiny lingers in the shadow of your hesitation, desire ripping you apart, but still you hold back. Patience fades, anticipation rises, seduction closing in, filling the voids of what’s been ingrained.

There’s something deep inside you, ready to erupt. Our worlds collide, and I wait for the quake, the explosion where I’ll stake my claim. When your walls crumble, only raw passion and pleasure will remain—your body and mind, mine.

Your lips flush with need, your will strong, but your body weak. My touch sends blood rushing, head to toe. You tremble, craving me between your legs, your soul aching, body pulsing. You try to hold back, try to think—but it’s too late.

The pleasures in your mind meet my touch, my fingers playing the chords of your body and soul, in ways only we understand.