There is nothing more tranquillizing than a man who wants to devour you. You and only you know how to entice him. There were several who just felt and left but none like him who incarnated and scantified your insides. You are his Goddess but not the one he would seek blessings from. The one he worships, worships inside out. You know it is him when every inch on your skin craves for his eternal touch, a touch that will not be forgotten after a lifespan. His touch isn’t just a stroke of excellence but also an emblem of exquisiteness. Neath those shreds of clothing there suspire the sorcerer of eros. Though pinned down, you still monopolize him.