Emerald

I like that you imagine what could happen if my hands slowly traced your skin, pausing right where you desire it most but without granting you such a quick end. The real temptation lies in prolonging the moment, in leaving you wanting more, in making you lose patience until there's no other option but to surrender to me. ​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠​‌‍⁠