Soft soothing lips.  Divinely intertwined with mine.  Speak to me in the symbolic language of lover’s new awakening.  Awaken me.  Kiss me and telegraph your soul’s desires.  Provide a preview of the sublime passion you have reserved for me.  This is about lust.  I feel it.  We have it.

So, touch me.  Fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm of your heartbeat.  Drumbeat of anticipation as you strum my skin.  Reaching deep inside me without penetration.  Tantric.  Soul edifying.  Releasing inhibitions on the sound waves.  Waves of pleasure singing your anthem.  Moaning.

Hear me. I moan for your pleasure.  Can’t--- control--- that release--- that---um.  It’s for you.  The only expression that can do you justice.  There are no words.  Feelings cannot be spoken, only expressed.  And I express in the soft pant, breath catching, being released into your ear.  Exotic sounds.  Coming.  Pulsating.  Softly cooing.  Sensuous.  Erotic.  It’s time.

Hold me.  Tend to my softer needs.  Bring me--- down.  Embrace my aura.  Experience openness.  I am open for you.  Whisper sex into my body through your pores as you caress me.  Lock me into your diastole and, breathe--- with me.  Bring--- me--- down.  Appreciate my rejoicing, celebrating with inner explosions, fireworks shooting for you.  Lightning flashes signaling with a crescendo.

See me.  Look at the one who accentuates your brilliance.  Accept the adornment cast from you to me.  I glow.  Electrified by your energy.  Sparking.  Scintillating luminescence crown my glory.  A halo.  Signify---magnificence---brought by---our climactic union.