Swinging is an art... not just a mere fucking. It is desires dancing upon my tongue in a poetic symphony as my prose turns a body into a pyre. The taste that will linger upon her tongue as my touch can be felt upon her body and my words that will resonate in her mind. To wrap my hands around her throat the same way as a wrap my words around her mind, and to take her to another level where she want to feel every word artic...