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SYLVINA: Are you sure this is right?



MICHAEL: How can it not? Look at the way your hair cascades off the light.



SYLVINA: Oh... I guess tonight is the night...



MICHAEL: Why put up a fight?



SYLVINA: I can't... I need this...



MICHAEL: We both do... We breathe this...



SYLVINA: Show me... show me that you know me...

SYLVINA: Please... Just hold me...



MICHAEL: Like this?



SYLVINA: You never miss... the mark.



MICHAEL: I thought I would... it's kind of dark.



SYLVINA: Not the light in my heart...



MICHAEL: Yes, yes... I see the gleam.



SYLVINA: So then... just show me art.



MICHAEL: I'll show you a dream.



SYLVINA: I want to know just what it all means...



MICHAEL: It means... this...



SYLVINA: Mmmmm... what is that... a kiss?



MICHAEL: Right on your neck...



SYLVINA: I'm losing my breath.



MICHAEL: Save it, for all that is left...



SYLVINA: Yes... yess.... you're right. I feel such a heat on my chest...



MICHAEL: Slide off your shirt...



SYLVINA: You do it for me...



MICHAEL: Okay... Oh, my... it's dripping with sweat.



SYLVINA: It has been all morning.



MICHAEL: What next?



SYLVINA: Fuck me... Adore me...



MICHAEL: I want to do this... first.



SYLVINA: Oooooh... is that your hand?



MICHAEL: Right under your skirt.



SYLVINA: So... hot like the desert sand.



MICHAEL: My fingers are wet and... burnt...



SYLVINA: No doubt... This fire will never go out.



MICHAEL: I feel an explosion at every turn...



SYLVINA: Oh god... it burns... it burns...



MICHAEL: Our lovely fire....



SYLVINA: Please... just... a little... mmm.... higher.



MICHAEL: Yeah... here you go...



SYLVINA: Oh... god.. please... slow....

SYLVINA: If you keep this up I will surely blow...



MICHAEL: It's only a finger....



SYLVINA: But still... its passion does linger...

SYLVINA: I need to sit down.



MICHAEL: By all means... right on the edge of the bed.



SYLVINA: Yes... easy now...

SYLVINA: There. Now please... continue...



MICHAEL: In you?



SYLVINA: Yes... but first... the skirt...



MICHAEL: I know....



SYLVINA: Yeah... just like that... real slow..



MICHAEL: Right to the ground.



SYLVINA: Oh how you know...



MICHAEL: And now... I crave that sound...



SYLVINA: You mean... the one that I make when...



MICHAEL: ...you're hot all around.



SYLVINA: Oh god I'm so taken...

SYLVINA: By all of your movement... so utterly naked...

SYLVINA: And soon desecrated...



MICHAEL: Let us press on...



SYLVINA: Uhhhhh... is that...



MICHAEL: The finger is on....



SYLVINA: ...my favorite place.

SYLVINA: The one that you rub and puts a scream on my face...

SYLVINA: And... OH MY FU- Is that...



MICHAEL: Mmmmmmm....



SYLVINA: It must be...

SYLVINA: Your tongue...

SYLVINA: My breath.... my lungs....



MICHAEL: Maybe I should... just slow to a crawl...



SYLVINA: Yes... yes... don't use it all...



MICHAEL: Just the tip...



SYLVINA: Yes... the tip... with that you can get just the slightest grip.



MICHAEL: I'm bringing it out... and up to your lips...



SYLVINA: Ohhhhh my g.... that kiss... that kiss....

SYLVINA: It carries me into orgasmic abyss...



MICHAEL: Then take it...

MICHAEL: Here... let me lay down on top of you naked...

MICHAEL: Oh god... how it feels so unreal.



SYLVINA: I'm still burning up.



MICHAEL: I can feel it down there... Oh god... I can feel...



SYLVINA: I am ready... I'm ready for lies...



MICHAEL: Jesus... I'm melting between your thighs....



SYLVINA: Mmmmm.... steady... steady now...



MICHAEL: No... I firmly advise... to show me your cries...

MICHAEL: And echo with me every lovely disguise...

MICHAEL: ...that has carried us here.



SYLVINA: Oh... fuck... this feels so right in my eyes....

SYLVINA: Even though it will bury us here...