#khifmiranda

She dances as the rays of the peering moon swathes her body in a silvery glow; an image reserved only for emboldened gods lucky enough to touch a willing nymph.   Her lips, rounded by the riveting shackles of desire, speak of only one name. Her eyes, burning like a great fire fueled by lust, shines in the darkness of this empty room.   She arcs her back, possessed by an invisible specter, as she reaches the precipice of phantasm; she lets out incessant, frantic whimpers, trying to control the overpowering carnal urge.   A long, wanton moan escapes her lips as her body surrenders to Eros’ flames. She then slowly fell like a wingless angel, one who previously trudged the climax of passion.