Losing Yourself

It is so quiet that you can hear the rustle of the cotton of your shirt as I move my hands up your torso.   The sirens and general noise of the city seem so far away.  Ordinary life seems so far away.

Those efficient little neurotransmitters  stimulate  this pleasure and wanting rock your body.  Temptation and its companion are now knocking at your door.   Your brain is lucid as it succumbs to the needs of the rest of your body.

A pleasure once lost is now found.  Seduction welcomes you.

Music mood:  Pink Floyd- ” Wish You Were Here”

Neurally yours,

Seduction xo

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: