Out of the darkness . . .
From a mist thick enough to obscure the hand before my face,
Comes a voice . . .
A voice so sweet that I can taste the syrupy, honey-flavored words,
It speaks to me . . .
Of passion, of power, of nights tumbling together in ecstasy.

You are the voice . . .
Speaking out to me with promises of warm, wet soul-kisses.
You are the voice . . .
Calling me to satisfy the primal emotions we both feel.
You are the voice . . .
Sharing with me a secret fantasy of magical sensuality.

Let me feel you . . .
The caress of our hands, the electric spark of our tongues.
Let me experience us . . .
Moving together as one, riding the wave of our climax.
Let me come to you, with you . . .

Out of the darkness.