She sat in his lap, dressed in satin and silk, her hair elaborately coifed.
His hand is on her thigh, his mouth on hers, their tongues dancing and swirling.
He probes and explores, caressing her, tasting her.
She cries out, eliciting hungrier, more urgent kisses.
Hands are roaming all-over, desperately trying to find bare skin.
Her hair tumbles down, as fabrics disappear, gasping and sighing.
He gently lays her down, as she lies in his shade, yielding to him.
Their bodies entwine, twisting and turning, lost in breathless rapture.
Their spirits become one, walking on a cloud, floating on air.