Gazing back at you. With that distinct, glazed over look to their eyes. In the primal heat of their most intimate encounters, you'd almost swear they could read the wanton nature of your thoughts. That insatiable compulsion, to voyeuristically indulge oneself. To eliminate, if only temporarily, all semblance of propriety, and enthusiastically give way, to the business at hand.

 A smile breaks across her face, as she inserts one organ into her own, and inhales the other between her pouty red lips. Rocking with the motion, the performer she straddles bucks her frail figure skywards, like some wild stallion on a vindictive rampage. Burying her face, into the sheared groin of the other, she clings to his cock with a death grip. The whole time thrusting her mouth deeper each time. As her gag reflex kicks in, spit drools from the corners of her mouth, and tears spill from her eyes. Despite this sexual carnage, she manages to turn and wink at the camera, through the tussled nature of her hair. In complete and total control. Of both partners, and respective viewer.

 There is an intrinsic sense of emptiness, that comes with the forfeiture of innocence. A tangible privation, that cannot be hidden behind her sensual attire and heavy mascara. Even amongst the audible groans, and slapping of skin, one cannot help but feel a duality at work within one's psyche. How one can be physically arroused, yet mentally disheartened at the same moment. Watching this statuesque goddess, in all her unearthly glamour, enrapture your very essence. Yet, at the same time, being cursed with the knowledge of her eventual downfall. How the thievery of addiction, stole her looks and sanity. Or how the progression of disease, hastened her demise. Leaving her a mere shell, of the larger than life star she once was. All that is left of her, being resigned to a select few photographs, and X-rated films.

 It's only when the camera stops rolling, that reality takes over.

 Gh0sT