Aly Summers

I may look innocent, but in reality I'm a demon of lust.



Sex, it's not a dirty sin.

I can almost feel you,

your hand running over my chest,

your warm breath on my neck,

the lingering scent of you that drives me wild.

But you're not here.

Nor am I.

But that's what is so perfect about imagination.

You can see me,

envision all the filthy things you want to do with me.

Fantasize the passion, the desire, and pleasure filled gasps that escape from me from each little touch of your skin against mine.

From your lips grazing over my flesh until you have me trembling.