Beads of sweat,
Rolling,
Sweet.
Anticipation mounts
In throbbing agony,
Awaiting ecstasy.
A crimson flood rushes the veins
With pulsating fervor.
Scorching waves surge,
As strength trembles beneath the power.
Nails,
Digging into delicate flesh,
Cross the line of pleasure and pain.
Across every pore, every fiber,
Soft contact with primal urges
Demands obedience.
Beads of sweat,
Rolling,
Sweet.
Succumb to passion,
Drop to your knees.
