in turkish plsss

I can make you come.
Oh yes, I can.

I can with just my eyes.
Just my hands.
My lips.
My tongue.
Just my supple body.

I can move you.
With every movement I move you.

I can make your body shiver, and squirm and shake.
Shiver with ecstasy.
I can make you moan.
Squirm in delightful bliss.
I can make you gasp.
Shake with uncontrollable passion.
I can make you whimper.
Beg.
For more.

Just like this. I don’t have to even touch you.
No hands.
Just a hot breath on your soft pale skin.
I can make your heart race.
I can make you burn.
Set your soul on fire.
Torch your skin.

I can wound you.
Drag cool teeth along your scorching body.
Leave a ring of purple impressions.
Leave my mark.

I can make you sigh.
Arch your back.
Twist your hips.
Drag your nails.
Drag.
My.
Nails.
Along your blushing neck.

I can make your bones weak.
Melt into you.
Melt your entire body.
Watch it swim.
Watch my waves lap over you.
Let the waves wash over you.

I can make you come.
Oh yes, I can.