Candlelit dinner.
A seductive glance, lips slightly apart ...
Eyes meet expectantly ...
A small wink, returned ...
First silence, then a smile which remains a memory days later ...
Her clothes accentuate her figure, awakening fantasies ...
A first movement, soft as velvet, tender ...
Fingers entwine ...
Thighs touch, footsie ...
A certain type of pleasure mounts.
A touch, the first kiss ...
Any distance is abandoned.
The fine perfume’s effect unfurls ...
The appetite heightens. The lava melts, the volcano explodes!
