Sunday, June 13, 2010

More than anything I want to make a woman swoon!

How can I make a woman become enraptured by my mere presence? If I could write a book where, if a woman were to read it, she might find herself breathless at the imagery the words brought forth in her imagination. Something I said might leave her with a sense of prolonged anticipation that would be almost unbearable. She could feel the sexual magnetism that made me and my words so seductive to her. Something in my manner that she found between the words, would be soothing to her, and unlock secret hidden dreams and dormant desires.

Imagine being aroused by the sight of my name, maybe on the book cover and how at the base of the throat, a pulse beat had swelled as though her heart had risen from its usual place. She couldn't help but notice the tingle of excitement of it all deep inside her. She became moist. She moves toward me, impelled involuntarily by her own passion. I would sweep her, weightless, into my strong arms and make her mine as dizziness consumed her.

Taken to her bed and undressed, she awoke later unsure of what, if anything had transpired, but upon inspection by her fingertips to her soft regions, the evidence of a deepened response from within her very body to being hurled sexually beyond the point of no return. Her body began to vibrate with liquid fire at the thought of his body on her and in her. Heat rippled under her flesh as she recognized the flush of sexual desires she hadn't felt in years. Shivers of delight followed her fingers as the explored the spaces he had claimed as his and his alone. She remembered in her delirium, giving herself to him freely, begging him to take her, and take her he did. She moaned aloud as the moment of ecstasy had arrived and she cried out in release, "I love you, Jerry Lentz!"

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