He is well aware of that look. The glaze of the seductress
penetrates his powerless mind. However, she plays him in a cat like ways purring, kneading ,and rubbing herself up against him. She needs his soft whispering voice in her ear. A deep, sweet country voice that permeates her very center.

He playfully chases her and pins her beating heart to the wall.
Her face is flushed as she feels the warmth of his body pressed
hard against her. Eyes locked tight in love, he whispers softly.
Words filled with passion and desire whisper into the dark, yet
fill her soul with the light of his very essence.

His words are power for them as his voice invites her
arousal to join him. His tender lips touch the spot on her neck
as he whispers how pretty she is to him. They are matched center
to center. Well balanced. Drifting toward the abyss of love,
he whispers his passion flowing radiating toward the edge.

With the seductress seduced they wrap themselves up as
only lovers can. Curled together and secure like the cat that kneads the covers and snuggles up between them. He whispers again as the moon shines bright through the window on her face. For the morning will bring another whisper again and again forever enhanced and enchanted by her stunning grace.

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