Imagine the knock at the door.  Feel the glimmer, the sensation of anticipation running through your chest, radiating from your loins at the sound of that knock and the knowledge of the promise it represents.

The deep embrace at the door.

The light, nervous banter two people making small talk for the sake of small talk, knowing full well that each knows the thoughts of taboo running through the other’s minds, betrayed by the innocuousness of this trivial conversation.

Perhaps you can picture my hand running down to your lower back, drawing you firmly against me as the other hand flowing from your jawline to the nape of your neck.

From your neck to your collarbone.

And from your collarbone down to your full breasts, gathering your left twin, feeling the heft of it as I crane my neck downward to wonderfully large, pink nipple that will be the focus of my anxious tongue.

Until I lay you unto your back, and splay your legs apart to expose another wonderfully pink region to which my tongue, lips and breath will pay a prolonged, extended homage…