She waited for the signal. 
Her fingers danced across her skin. 
A delicious tension filled the space. 
She knew how to command attention. 
The moment was ripe. 
She gave herself completely. 
A gasp escapes her lips. 
A voyeuristic feast. 
A taste of sin. 
A silent promise of return. 
But the journey wasn't over. 
Into the wild side. 
For illicit desires. 
In a haze of ecstasy. 
Lost in the moment. 
The afterglow lingered. 
The cycle continues. 
And desire insatiable. 