No Rushing Perfection

He covered her eyes with a satin blindfold. He led her by the hand to the bedroom. The flicker of the candlelight caused their shadows to dance on the wall. He whispered in her ear, "Ready, sweetness?" She quivered as he touched every inch of her body with tenderness. The caress of his hand up against her skin set her on fire. Each second grew more intense than the last. She said, "Babe, I'm ready." He placed his finger to her lips. "No rushing perfection love." 

 Bask in your intimate moments. 

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