His voice warms me with thoughts of his mouth against my neck. He awakens passions within me: my passions for life, mischief and intrigue.
The lust he invokes swirls about me like the wind off the ocean. It's nearly ethereal decadence...
Lofty yet sinful.
As my oiled skin bathes in the envious sun, my mind pulls in concupiscent images in monochrome. He is atop me, the filtered moonlight faintly illuminating our contours. Mouth upon mouth, chest upon chest, hands upon hands, a meeting of two sophisticated yet yearning entities. Fingers entwined, the encounter seems timeless yet all too brief.
But then, sometimes, even fantasy must leave room for reality to surpass it.