Red Lace

When you finally step through the door after a long, exhausting day, I’m there waiting for you—draped in nothing but delicate hints of crimson lace and a slow, knowing smile. I take your hand, guiding you down the hall and into the warmth of the shower, where steam curls around us and the world outside fades away. With unhurried devotion, I focus on you—my touch, my lips, my body all working together—until the weight of the day melts from your shoulders and all you can feel is me. 
Running time 18 minutes/mp3 file