As you scrape the last remaining remnants of me from beneath your fingernails, feel the rhythm of your pulse increase, as it swells in waves between engorged valley walls of satin. From the rawness of your tender core to the deepest, darkest recess of your innermost desires; let the ripple of tingling skin guide your hands on a journey of unadulterated, self adulation. I will be here, watching, and awaiting, your fall from grace.