Outcry

I am the moistness on a woman's soft lips. I am the catch of her breath from a languid caress. I am the heave in her breasts at the whisper of a warm breath on her neck. I am giddy moans she lets out as her belly is kissed. I am her fragrance as she is lapped deliciously into climax. I am her seeking hands as she is entered softly. I am her ecstatic cries as she is loved.

I am seduction.

I am release.

I am her final outcry of passion as she is led into the embered embrace of desire.