Fingertips gripping the bed sheets tightly, midnight black against my hunter green painted finger nails.

Chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly as I gasp for air amidst the coming climax.

Sweat glistening off my chest and brow, as a once bristling cold room was now sweltering and sultry.

The walls echo back at me over the tempo of the music, relentless on drowning me out.

Gentle touches turn into heated embraces, neck biting, and tortured whimpers.

The need to be closer rising steadily with each gargled breath and passionate stroke of the hand.

One touch is never enough as bodies turn into tangled limbs and meshed souls.