Here we are

Across the miles.

Camera in.

Camera out.

I see your face only dimly

From the darkness of your room.

Your voice assures my heart

I am beautiful

And desirable.

Candles illuminate my bare silk

In flickering shades of gold.

I spread myself before you

Revealing pink and glistening flesh.

Pads slowly glide over the orchid bloom

Of my swollen sex.

Exciting me.

Exciting you.

You moan my name

In hushed and worshiping growls.

My pierced breasts swell

With deeper inspirations

As two slim lovers curl

Into my hot and avid well.

I know you watch

And I glory in your eyes scraping

This skin that lives for you.

Suddenly I am a slave

To the sensation

And the show.

Fingers work my swollen bud

As others dance in and out

Along with dreams of you.

Caresses speed.

Hips move in imitation of love.

Your moans fill the air

With vibrations that

Rush through every vein

And taste my sweet and salty feast.

Faster.

Deeper.

On and on.

I flow into the void

And screams announce the climax

Of this vivid, discordant melody.

Silence filled with rasping breath

Is suddenly the whole world.

I raise one shaking hand to my mouth.

Tasting me.

Tasting us.

Good night.

I love you.

Camera off.

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