Avory

I think I am a lover of fire. Candles and incense, bonfires and fireplaces, passion and lust, stars and sage, the rising and the falling of the sun. There are women who plays with fire but darling I am born from it. Well we all cope in different ways. I like passion and being awesome. Kiss me not with tender touch but lips hard and bruising scaling peaks unknown before, with lustful burning craving. Touch me not with silken hands but fingers cruel and gasping, pinching hunger for my skin, let loose with needful yearning. Desire me.