of few words...yet a lover most expressive

(John Milton - internet)

 ....she was one of few words...preferring the pent up energy, that searing passion in the room to speak for her. at no point losing contact with her mans gaze.
she hated games but, this was a game of a different sort...a telling intimacy, a share raw, a lovers story with the intro...the beginning...the middle...and..........the.....end.
she would lose herself to her thoughts, never the same but...the constant being that she loved the delicate line between simply fucking and 'lovemaking' .
mind u....she loved the 'fuck' too....she preferred the play though...the 'lovemaking'....could one say the romance before the 'fuck'?
it wasn't about the control...it wasn't a game of power...she was the lead...she wanted to show her true colours...no she wasn't a nymphomaniac...simply a lover of , a disciple to, the seeking of all ways to indulge in sultry sensuality.
her body was hers...to give when she pleased...and....she pleased every time...all the time to give it to him


only


once he had given of himself.

RB.