We **** on the cold ground,
breath sharp, bodies unbound.
Go fast—then slow it down,
hearts sync to a primal sound.

I take you there, then you bring it home,
back and forth, skin and bone.
Touch of heaven between your thighs,
one thought alone—I'm paralyzed.

Paradise, wrapped in heat,
your body sings, our souls repeat.
You feel so good, you make time freeze,
a touch, a sigh, you bring me to my knees.

You leave me shaking, leave me still,
like gravity left, lost in the thrill.
You make me feel so **** alive,
I’ll change your life, I'll make you mine.

As soon as you slide, we slide,
fire and silk, we collide.
Making love in candlelight,
shadows flicker, burning bright.

Love the way you feel, the way you vibe,
your body’s poetry—no need to write.
No space, no pause, no need to hide,
just you and me—we ride.

We **** on the cold ground, fast then slow,
Lose control, let the rhythm flow.
I take you there, then you bring it home,

Movin’ like a melody, skin on stone.
Touch of heaven between your thighs,
One look alone got me paralyzed.
You feel so good, you blow my mind,
Every inch of you divine.


As soon as you slide, we slide,
Candlelight glow, bodies collide.
Love the way you move, love the way you ride,
****, girl, let’s take our time.


Sweat drippin’, we ain't holdin’ back,
Your nails on my skin, fade into black.
Back and forth, baby, nice and slow,
Say my name, let your body know.


Take me deeper, don’t let go,
Whisper my name so soft, so low.
You and me, we’re lost in time,
Wrapped up in this love divine.


As soon as you slide, we slide,
Movin’ like waves, like the ocean tide.
Love the way you feel, love the way you vibe,
While we enjoy the ride…

We **** on the cold ground,
fast then slow—no words, no sound.
I take you there, then you bring it home,
a rhythm deeper than flesh and bone.

A touch of heaven between your thighs,
just the thought takes me to paradise.
You feel so good, I lose control,
paralyzed, but craving more.

I make you feel it, change your life,
as soon as you slide, we slide.
Candlelight flickers, bodies collide,
love the way you move, love the ride.

It begins—
not with thunder, not with fire,
but with the slow unraveling
of something once tightly wound.
The veil, heavy as drowning light,
cascades over my skin,
settling in the marrow of my bones.
Rose-colored glass slips from my nose,
shattering midair—
a thousand fractured illusions,
glitter caught between seconds.
The fog retreats,
folding into the arms of the trees,
revealing the clearing I had always stood in.
The ground—littered, painted,
a mosaic of warnings I once mistook for love.
Scarlet bones,
whispers of every red ******* flag
I swore I didn’t see.

I drift—
untethered, weightless,
a leaf carried by the wind,
lost without direction.
Then you,
like gravity, like light,
pull me back,
steady hands tracing constellations
on my skin,
turning chaos into compass points.
Be my correction,
the map where I find home.
For rightfully so, I see it—
not with reason,
but with the quiet knowing
that I was always meant
to find you.

I wandered through silence,
bare feet tracing paths unseen,
adrift in a world without reason—
a ghost of what was,
a whisper of what could be.

Then you,
a steady hand upon my ribs,
fingers like verses,
writing me back into place.
Be my direction,
my gravity,
my correction.

For rightfully so, I see it—
not with sight,
but with the quiet knowing
of something meant,
of something found.

Fingers trace fire,
a whisper against trembling skin,
desires rising, unraveling,
spilling secrets in the hush of night.

A surge, a gasp—
breath caught between need and knowing,
pleasure flooding, aching,
a worship of motion, of surrender.

A gush, a pulse, a cry—
still, I wonder,
what magic is this,
that sets me free and binds me whole?