Come over here, sit next to me, share the warmth of the fire and accept your gift.

Bring your hand closer, let fingers meet the skin of my outer thigh, gently rolling over the softest invisible hairs that reach out for your touch.

Feel the sudden rise of shivers, tiny bumps tingling back through your hand as you climb to the top and over to the other side, to where the energy calls to you in seductive waves of warmth.

Slide down between the opening flesh to the moist flame that seems to beg for your attention, like an itch insatiably aches for a scratch, like a thirst in a desert, a primordial instinct for pleasure deeper than can be touched, but can be awoken by the thought.

Enter the promised land and feel it wrap around you so warm and tight as nothing else can or ever will, an envelope of love with a pulsating wand casting a spell on you so you forget where you are, what you are doing, a magic comfort in which nothing else matters, only being there and breathing.

Explode.

Lay still and rest in euphoric splendor, in the dreams of angels and wishes for Val Halla, Eldorado, Nirvana, peace on Earth and good will to all.