A visceral attraction the clink of glasses and with infinite ease

I'm heedful and obsessed with the intricacies of intimacy. I worship the unbridled confidence that comes after a few sips of whiskey and relish in the tickling aches that impatience brings. The glide of silk across my skin, the clumsiness of newness, and the spark of magnetism that echos in my bones and I hunger for a man who can fall into the obscene with me.
I am your oasis.
I want for you and me, something so perfect. But that's where my pedantry comes in; I care too much.
A visceral attraction, the clink of glasses, and with infinite ease let us become part of our own narrative, shall we?