Images:
The girl’s sight met mine a silent invitation in the dim light as she positioned provocatively
Her form bent like a puzzle pleading to be answered every inch a proof to its sensual might
Her nearness deepened as we shared a whisper about lust a secret between us only
The woman’s back bowed a ideal surface for my light to dance on tempting our feel to explore
The play between darkness and illumination defined her form a promise for what was to happen its figure a secret still to be revealed
With each caress the excitement built a silent symphony of sensation reaching its climax
Her instant for release became imminent its expression a mix of ecstasy and capitulation as the pleasure swept across it
The tender stroke a moment of post-coital happiness while they remained in the aftermath of their ardor
The woman’s lips parted a gentle exhale escaped its gullet as the pleasure receded leaving a pleasant ache
The recollection of the touch lingered on its skin a ghost of sensations gone a memento of our shared passion
Her curves were a verse about desire every stroke a stanza waiting to be read every shadow a secret to be opened
The gentleness of its skin a difference to my firmness of her resolve a fragile balance of might and openness
Her position flowing and elegant each line speaking of unspoken desires a silent story of sensual ardor 
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