Blood-red lips. Shapely legs encased in black silky thigh-highs. A flutter of lace here, and a sliver of silk there. A chocolate-coloured waterfall cascaded over smooth skin, curling and tumbling at the ends.

I couldn't tear my eyes off of her.

She was magnificent.

She was the only one who could tear down my walls, and rebuild them up again. Making me stronger than before.

I once thought that indifference was strength. That by blocking all emotion and feelings, I could come out with myself still intact. I was wrong.

All I was doing was making myself more vulnerable, more brittle.

It wasn't the sexy lingerie. It wasn't the sensual nature of her pose, or the come-hither look in her eyes.

It was the fact that she had looked past my flaws. The walls I had built around me like a fortress crumbled under her softness. I had never thought that such kindness and understanding would so easily break me down.

But it was worth it.

She taught me all that I know now. Feelings that were long buried, resurfaced under her petal-soft persuasion.

I looked at her again, grateful for seeds of love that slowly blossomed and bloomed, til I thought I was awash in a riot of colour.

Her lush derrière swaying, snapped me out of my sentimental thoughts, filling my veins with the stirrings of lust.

It seemed my Kitten was determined to set my blood on fire tonight.