Are your hands as gentle as your smile, as cunning as your eyes? Do they move with the agility of your tongue? Are they as wicked as your smile?
Whisper to me your desires.  Describe each touch, each pleasure.  Tell me in crowds.  Tell me with friends.  Share your thoughts with me.  Our secret world, encapsulated in our bodies and these whispers. Cast me furtive glances across the room.  Your smile and the duck of your head.  Demure when you’re anything but.  Let’s find a place away from the crowd, I want the smell of you in my nostrils when I talk to your friends.  To look at you with a smile, full of fire and promises. I want them to wonder why you blush so when I say your name. Hold my hand under the dinner table.  Watch the fire dance and lean back into me.  You are home.