The image of your cardigan coming off, the skin on your shoulders, that tattoo of yours. The reactions you have to everything I describe, so expressive. And everything else I had pictured here in my head. None of this is going to fade from my mind anytime soon. You are deliciously sensual. A living and free woman like I've never seen. I've never had the privilege of feeling it, but I know I'm going to sleep feeling your perfume, and dreaming of the texture of your hair between my fingers.