shivering as another moan rips through trembling form, reaching out to him as she bends sideways at the waist, looking down at open empty palms as if begging him to fill yearning desires as the music begins to fade and then falls to his feet, head arched sharply back, thighs parted wide to show him the effect of her desires that he alone can summon, arms raised high with delicate wrists crossed, hoping beyond hope that she has pleased him this night
{la kajira}
Of her Longing | Untitled | Wounded Heart |
