No matter...
...how hard a woman works by day, the various things she must accomplish, or the many hats she must wear...She is still a woman. Full of passion, love and desire.
No matter ...how strong she is to the rest of the world, she is weak in her desire for you. To feel the touch of your body, pressing her into softly scented sheets. To feel your caress along her skin. To feel the heat of your desire along her hip.
No matter...how many decisions she has had to make throughout the day, she freely submits her body to yours, to mold to your desire so that you may give her the greatest pleasure.
No matter... that she loves to drape herself in lace and pearls, she would rather wear you. Your scent. Your passion and protection. To feel you deep inside her... gripping her hands, while staring deep into her eyes as you rock against her. To feel that fiery hot release amid the shared pants of breath...now a part of each other. Replete in your mutual exhaustion.
No matter...what this woman is capable of throughout her day, she is a creature of unlimited ecstacy in your arms, waiting to give you all that she is...if she should find you so deserving.









