The lights down low, the curtains drawn. The scent from the red roses on the vanity fill the air. Quiet now, hidden away in the bedroom. Finally alone together. Red satin dress and a white button-up shirt lay next to each other on the floor.
His lips so soft, his body so warm. Sweat trickles down his bare chest. Pupils dilated in passion.
So eager. He yearns for it. Willing prey, he lies down on the queen-size bed.
Desire burns. Take him. . . .
Oh, ambrosial lust! Feels so good. So easy. . . .
Take him. . . . Take him!