NATURA ARTIS MAGISTRA
I know full well how you wish these to be ripped off, briskly and with no premeditation so I can sate the hunger painted on your skin, ablaze like magma for everyone to see. I can tell by the trembling my grasp causes, your body betraying you like earthquakes do to people living on the surface. With no more control over the circumstances than they do.
The problem is, as I’ve made clear in the past, I am patient man; less like lighting and more like glaciers or tides, slowly but relentlessly eroding everything in my path until all that’s left are your raw nerves. Exposed, clamoring for the final conflagration that will make you combust in glorious pleasure.
This is why I’m going to take my time tugging these down, feeling every curve, angle and plane while I do and when it’s done the taking won’t commence. No, there’s too much more to explore. Too many places I haven’t tested, too many features of this vast playground you offer me that I haven’t yet conquered.
So please be patient, I promise you the cataclysm that is brewing on the horizon will be more exquisite than the lightning strike you desire now.