In Your Absence Epicurean Fantasy Crimson embers glowing creating a savage and primitive heat. The fiery glow draws the eye, mesmerizing in it s intensity, calling to the primal lust that dwells within the recesses of the human soul. The heart picks up a staccato rhythm that causes the blood to thrum in erotic cadence with the pulsing needs of the flesh. Two souls reach out to one another, caught up in the age-old spell of passion s dance.
Fingers tap tempo across heated nether flesh, reaching in and around . . .
Cries of joy split the night as fulfillment reaches it s peak . . . Home Copyright 1999 by Beth Thompson. All rights reserved.