.
She can feel the tips of his fingers writing a poem across her naked back. She can see his lips and tongue slow dancing down the sides of her arms. Between kisses, she can hear him proclaiming his love for her, vowing to dedicate the rest of his life to making her happy. She can smell the scented oils burning in the background. His fingers are suddenly replaced by a rose petal, and the rose petal is eventually replaced by a feather.
“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and if I am ever cursed with blindness, I hope I am able to remember this moment forever.” His voice is passionate and sincere.
From the lips of another man, she would’ve instantly chalked it off as game or bullshit or lies. But Marlon leTerrance is a helpless romantic--a modern-day Peter Pan who loves with a childish abandon. He’s almost innocent and naïve when it comes to emotions, for he trusts too easily, loves too completely, and is loyal to a fault. When he compliments her, she understands that he means every word from the very center of his being. His love is so pure and so overwhelming, she almost feels undeserving of it.
But now his tongue is inside of her, from behind, and he seems prepared to feast on her for eternity. The hum of a vibrator floats teasingly in the air, foreshadowing even more pleasure to come. Marlon leTerrance is an adventurous lover, experimental and romantic, a man who never allows intimacy to become humdrum or boring or routine. He derives pleasure from the act of pleasing his woman. He is physically unable to reach an orgasm before his lover.
Monday, December 25, 2006
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