Anybody out there

Her lips were warm, sweet and moist with desire. her eyes closed; a soft and moaning whisper, tracing the curve of her tongue. Breathing, deeply, the raw incense of night?relishing the heat, the damp water as it kissed her aching curves and cold, white flesh. Touching and caressing, smoothing above her pale breasts to trail their lithe fingers into the slender contours of her abdomen, and supple ribcage. The water, as it bathed the luscious bodice of her angelic physique; her tender and delicate skin. Washing the blood and the bruises ? her love and heartache; their affections, and wildly, ardent misery ? rinsing her sins, her memories, in a coercive pull of translucent mist and hotly, rising vapour.

The lithe bodice would move up to a roaming figure. The shadows almost consuming the two whole. Remaining quiet the woman would gaze cautious. The sea blue orbs wrapping the brute in a warmth of luxury. Flexing the muscles in the petite bodice of the woman; she strode forth assessing the man with gentle tones of emotions. The lush visage would twist side to side as the whispers of winds would trace the features of a godesses making. A true beauty Rosalie was. Many admire and envy to possess the figure of temptations; the feminine allure and charms. keeping a respectable distance the mysterious lady would carefully put her light weight on the haunches. The long wispy tail curling to the front paws. Waiting for anything intrueging heading her way.