The Rhythm of Sex
"Myfanwy... Myfanwy... Am I yours. Am I yours.""Yes, yes, yes you are -"Oh! those words of reassurance, those words of need, those words of love.The smile, the sigh, the open mouth, the lustful scent that drifts on the rising air.The hand of hers, that slowly clutches and feeds their fingers through filamentous hair,And the brush of fingertips against warm gossamer-like skin.The heady rush of need, desire, lust, all broug...