In the distance I feel your footsteps in the deepest part of my soul... Love how you control with your psyche as your eyes surround me... Sheer white silk to my linen to touch with my hands of venom, this will not be long term instead a twinkle of an eye thunderstorm... Secretly in my mind of fantasies is the illusion & yet I am willing to jump in until the conclusion of a misguided advantage... My fingertips has strolled all over your body, the skin on my hands bear the blueprint of woman and your sigh let’s me know I’m invited...