convoitise MaRcy She awoke that morning to find the dawn scratching her bare eyelids. Was it the clock’s distant groaning that roused her consciousness? Turning away from the half dreams that were last night, her future presented itself directly. His bare legs on the silken bedspread made no noise at all; she could only hear her heart, pounding in her head whence she looked at him. His large hands brought forth no sound as they cradled his weight upon the bed, inches from her mantle, but it felt as if they were ripping at her soul, forcing her into his world: a douse of warm water upon her face. Rapidly he was upon her, but this caused no surprise at all; she had been watching him, watching him her whole life and now was the time to reinstate all her lonely nights. From the face that was inches away from all her dreams she looked into his eyes, past his soul and saw that they were as black as sin; burning with lust. She felt his manly heat rise upon her and she effortlessly attempted to ‘quench’ that heat with all the power that she bestowed. In a moment he reached down, seizing her mouth with his, devouring her soul. Their tongues struggled to find each other in a wildly ravishing kiss that ripped through their world like a bolt of lightning. 050304 what's it to you? who go blather from