His friend, a dear friend, walks into the room. Her scarlet red hair, her fair complexion, her smile. It immediately sends him into the world he so often finds himself trapped within. A world of wish and want. A world of lust and desire that binds his thoughts to her.
He see the silk scarf so beautifully wrapped across her neck, laying down on across her breasts. While others compliment her on the scarf, in his mind, his compliment is taking the scarf off her neck and binding her wrist above her head. He then uses his strength to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder, holding her tight. He forcefully, almost violently, clears the nearest table of anything that could get in his way.
Another show of gentle strength. Her throws her with her bound wrist on the table. He catches her just as she lands so she falls soft and unharmed. He pulls her blouse up, exposing her goddess like breast. He pauses, looks at her, and sees her smile of approval and permission. He then places his lips on her nipples and begins to suck. A slight moan from his lover is asking for more.