Scratchings

A monitor, revealing a bandaged trapper/ strapped semi-naked writhing torso, jerks rapidly across to harrowing sound. She collapses. Lushed in Glamour, her legs cross and uncross. Bordeom leads her relax to cozy scratching. Muscles pump , adulations resound until she outspeaks... They mush. She rebutts with catspitting kicks. Slides focus on emoting face fractions which distill to eye open, eye shut. A wink eternal.