Your eyes meet mine and see my intent. You grin as I go to our room, promising to follow soon. I wait. The silk-like softness of satin and lace swirls about perfume scented skin. I wait. Hmmmmm...the feel of crisp, clean sheets, sliding against supple skin. I wait. Restless, expectation... pictures of before, crowding my mind, swelling my breasts. I wait. Pressing my thighs tightly together,tempering the flames of desire. I wait. Flickering candles cast undulating shadows on the walls, as the slow turning fan swirls the sweet smelling nectar of desire about the chamber. I wait. Fever burning, pulse pounding, panting, yearning... I wait. Knowing, as Slumber overcomes, I've been rejected... once moreBirth sign: Pisces
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