Your neck was so vulnerable,...

Your chest kept calling my teeth,...

Your soft ample buttocks kept calling my tongue,.....

Was it my youthful Scorpioness?

Was it your mature femininity?...

*sniffs*

Pardon me.....
But at essence...
Your scent?
Your look?
Your sound?
...beckoned every primal recess of mines otherwise dormant.
You Sexy Muthafukka!