Words strewn across my body, whispering gently along the curves of my neck, softly caressing my wrists. The letters lift like feathers off the page and fall into my mind making the blood flow between my thighs. It's eyes, so searching, so hungry. Desire, a power we all feel. A literary seduction. Don't speak such promises of exaltation. I don't believe such a pleasure exists. Can I trust your words or even my own?
Who can master it? Who has the power to seduce a mind, to take control from another's body? I dare you to try.