Like a butterfly with my delicate wings pinned into an embrace...

Insensate with sensation pulsing through every throb of my heartbeat.

Tempted by the journey of a hand over the curve of my hip, the muscle of my thigh, and the heat within.

Cornered by a primal desire of intense heat and wanting.

Burning with ancient fires of need, of animal passion, of wanting.

Lusting onto a path of passion winding its way from my breasts, between my yoni, and to the curling of my toes.

There is nothing lackadaisical about this need.

Wrists caught in a vice over my head, hips pinioned to a slab of earth, trapped under steel thighs of thick male flesh.

Mouth open as pants exhale with each intake of sensation and gasp of pleasure.

Shattered as all control is swept aside like so much rubbish on a street after Mardi Gras.

Sated...
but not for long.