female What turns me on isnt just touchIts the voice a little rough a little confidentFingers moving slowly like theyre learning my skinEyes that undress me before hands doAnd the silence between words full of tension and unspoken wantsI love when restraint is only at the beginning A lack of sensitivityWhen he rushes not me just the act itselfWhen its all about him and he forgets Im not just participating Im half of the experienceRoughness without permission silence without emotionChemistry isnt just bodiesIts awareness Its rhythm