Let them rush like a staccato rhythm — fingertips grazing your skin — each phrase a subtle passage, crafted to seduce your mind.

May they crescendo in a tempest so fierce, they pierce your soul with their beguiling sound, lifting you to a stunning climax of beauty.

May my words be of the elements…

Let them shine across your body like brilliant morning light.
Let them swirl around you like a pyre of wind, wrapping you in the dry electricity of pleasure.

Let them crash upon your thirsty body like a storm of warm rain, washing the need from your very soul. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer