So, what are you doing tonight? i’m not asking you to present you with some played out pick-up line - i just want to hit you with an option - do you want to go home alone? or would you rather i whisked you away to a wonderland filled with chilled white wine, intoxicating you with opium-hinted incense, sedate you with subdued sensuality while i open your eyes to a newborn reality..... one that begins with soft kisses on your skin from your neck’s nape to your sweet smelling ears while we explore your deepest desire nestled next to your darkest fears - i can hear your heartbeat quicken as my tongue teases your tantalizing lips sending down shivers that make you gyrate your hips then we hit that zone... where pleasure consumes your supple frame absorbed in our undulations sharing a state of sexual meditation... my fingertips focus on freeing you from your threads - bare your body to me as we agree to cultivate your affinity for ecstasy kiss your calves, lick your thighs on the path the to heaven, hit you with sub-zero h20 - take seven - cubes of ice strategically placed - you do the math 2 in the creases where your waist and legs meet, 1 in your navel - feel the slowly rising heat - 2 on your s, 1 down south, and i’ll save the last cube to cool off my mouth - then slow up the pace, ease up on the throttle drink deep from your stomach, like dom p from the bottle an arctic endurance test to unravel your will - between the ice and my tongue - how long can you keep still? as you melt the frost with your rising climes, we intertwine like a poem in ABA rhyme - pause to collect ourselves as our hips intersect; as your nails find my back & you find your voice as i find my stroke and get you op-en as wave after wave keeps you float - in’ leaving you hop-in’ for a repeat of your rapturous repeion when all it takes is trust in your intuition to opt for a one on one sexual exhibition - so rather than keeping me guessing, let’s get back to my original question what are you doing Tonight?