These words are pure, unaltered and uncensored.  They whisper softly across your skin and find shelter deep within your subconscious.  A dream, soft and gentile; harsh and demanding; forcing submission with every vowel, yet tender by nature ... you must submit.

Aching tender prostrations, slipping down through the folds of your very being, touching your most sacred treasures without even being there.

These words, true and surreal, are but a moment in time.  Subliminal attunement of longing souls, begging for loving touch; your hands holding me tightly in silence.

Painful solace growing within; moments of elation behind closed doors; your submission complete.  Deep within I shall whisper nothing so profound as this, yet, profound it shall be within your mind; for perfection that never was shall be; just as we shall be one within that same moment.

Your ache, swelling with greater want shall call, louder still than any sound brought forth before.  Know I shall sate thy needs, one at a time until in the end, only elation remains.

Soft and loving; slow and caring yet not always shall these things be true ... for pushed up against the wall you shall be ... clothing twisted in knots around your ankles; bent over and taken.  Lust sated in frenzy.