Here I am... your rocket queen...
She laid down, turned on her side, then again on her back, she twisted her fingers lazily into her long, fluffy, curly hair, felt on her fingertips the fresh softness surrounding her.
Slowly, with her light, gentle fingers, she lifted her white, thin night vest.
She caressed her forearms, rubbed her small, but firm and soft breasts, dragged leisurely the tip of her long, polished fingernails all the way down her stomach…
Her long, silky legs wringed nervously, barely crossing, while her cold hand roamed around, seeking for that warm shelter, to rest.
Then she finally started to explore it, carefully at first, but, soon, even her legs seemed to overcome that restless anxiety, relaxed and spread slightly, letting her feel more comfortable.
She closed her eyes, and bit her dry, luscious lips, slipping into an evanescent, surreal state of unconsciousness… illusions, visions, a velvet dream…
Your mind must learn to roam…
An eager, vibrating pulse, an impatient, quivering sensation, in every limb of her body…
A whisper, a whimper, a sigh…
Longing, desire, passion, lust, hunger…
Demons who held her, not letting her go, not her mind, nor her fingers… demons that possessed her, once, twice, too many times... leaving her out of breath, worn out, her exhausted head still soaked in sweat, her smooth stomach still throbbing, her wet fingers still clutching, her tensed legs still shaking…
But love isn’t for keeping, after all, no matter what…
And yes, her mind finally learnt to roam…
Maybe too baroque?