She spoke softly in her reply, and she moved toward the window with a very slow, subtle, intoxicating motion in her hips. Then, she ever so gently placed her lips just shy of the glass, and as her breath was displayed on the smooth glass slow dancing, with it's temporary appearances of mist, just to tease, she said in a seductive voice, almost whispering, "You know? You handsome man." I'm fully captivated by her sway and I bite down on my lower lip as she continues, "It is also said, that to serenade the depths of my soul, you too must have a truly, deep soul, that gets deeper and deeper and deeper with your every spoken word," she said, in an ever so sexy manner of words while looking down through the window. She hesitates touching the glass with her lips, a subtle tease. As if it were forbidden for us to touch. As if our love would forsake us should our bodies ever meld into one another.
