She prepared herself for me, in a gossamer-thin black silk negligee, It draped across her form like mist.

Her large nipples were stiff with excitement; it wasn’t just my presence, but the feel of the silk gently massaging their tips.

To stroke her cheek, drawing my finger along her jawline and down her neck, things that make her body, show its need.

The way her body hungers for more, as I kiss her silk-covered nipples.

Then, loosing myself in folds of silk and her velvet.  Her cries of pleasure pierce the evening sky as rapture descends.