This was recorded for one special lady. I hope you know who you are.If my lips could feel the warmth of your skin, they would begin with the nape of your neck and, softly, linger lower. I’d want to surprise you with a gentle caress of your auburn tresses, and listen for sighs as my fingers felt your pulse quicken. I press my ear to your chest and, as I hear your heart beating, fleeting fingers tantalize hips and thighs. Kisses flicker like butterflies as I drink you in, aching to know the depth and breadth of you. I wonder as I wander lower if you will reveal your inner secrets or, with a bit of prying, they will spill out and flood me with a taste of divinity. Kneeling now, I kiss your toes and you laugh, squirming slightly, I hold you tightly. Pleasures rise inside your shining eyes as fingers clasp the sheets, pleats of ecstasy resplendent in the flush of your bliss. I ache for your kiss.