I hunger for your longing, and stirring. My beckoning thoughts creep in while I wait for the opportune time to pounce. I move sensuous slink, eyes on prey. After being attacked, and captured, my sexy sensual skills will absorb and consume your sight. I will ravage, and devour your vision. There is no escape as your quickening is my food. My sensual appetite is spellbinding. I sense your quiver.
Tell me how you want to worship the Goddess, and how you want to express your devotion. How can I better help serve you?
