While She Undress

It would be foolish not to admit how much pleasure you offer me, by allowing me to watch.
Again I turn on by the lowest passions.
I sit comfortably seated in an armchair.
You pull off an evening dress.
I note that you spread you lips in to smile.
On your waist shadows play, in eyes perversion.
You touch your necklace and your ivory fingers are running down your chest to the navel.
It's getting hot.
In my ears I feel a pulse.
You step closer.
The old floors sound hopeless, just like I do in front of you, power of nature ...
I raise my head up, toward the ceiling.
You scratched my thighs with your nails.
The walls are getting closer, my clothes are tight.
I love to... just watch ...
Doll, designed to destroy, tonight I'm your prey.