[ WP ] Write an erotic story without mentioning any body parts .

I watched every step like a composer his libretto, the beats of her stilettos, the red flare of her skirt assaulting me. The music came closer, her breathing melting the notes away and leaving only one rhythm. In a moment, the line between us was bent and destroyed, no resistance capable of separating our need. The suffocating touch left no room for oxygen. Delirious percussion played and ripped through her, dancing inside her. We wrestled like two magnets being welded, burning. I lifted her skirt, red fabric creasing violently. Her moans vibrated through our universal cord, fibers tightening, cleaving halves into a whole. The air buzzed as her skirt went white.
