36: Raw Honey + Razor Blades
Her name was Sasha. A name that tasted like raw honey + razor blades. Every Saturday night she came to dance at my bar to do what I fully believed was to weave her black magic through the intimate crowd that gathered. Capturing their attention, feeding on their unholy desires, + bringing everyone down to their knees. Welcome to this moment in time in which I pleasure your ears with sweet + sultry nothings. A pause out of your busy lives to reconnect with your wild + erotic. Because sometimes we forget + could use a tantalizing reminder. So close your eyes, Let out a sigh, + come get intoxicated on words with me. Tap into your Inner Sex Kitten + unleash her prowress. Get my FREE audio to guide you to her Then head over to SexLoveYoga.com to go down the rabbit hole of more relationship + sexual expansion. Original Erotic Poetry by Dr Cat Meyer Music by Lena Ozea