My body aches with craving, pure delight,
A hunger fierce, ignites in darkest night.
Reason and pride, both cast aside,
Desire for him, no place to hide.

Anticipation grows, a burning flame,
His touch, his presence, I whisper his name.
Desperation’s grip, I can't ignore,
Yearning for him, always wanting more.

A bond so deep, it pulls me tight,
Connection strong, it feels so right.
In every moment, my heart does race,
Craving his love, his warm embrace.

The need for him, it never dies,
In his touch, my passion lies.
A testament to love's sweet lore,
Forever seeking, always more.

His voice, with its thick Jamaican accent, warm breath breathing down neck sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel my juices sliding out. Sir says I should be embarrassed by how badly I want ****, and it’s true—it’s all I can think about. I laugh at the absurdity of it, knowing Sir enjoys using the word “****” It throws me for a loop, but in this moment, I’m too needy to be embarrassed. I just want him inside me; my desire is insatiable. My body is practically salivating, she's so greedy tonight, she's demanding satisfaction.

Beneath the moon's exotic, amber gleam,
We are lost in a fevered, steamy dream.
Her laughter, like a siren's call, ensnares,
Drawing me deeper into her lair.

Her moans, a symphony of the night's soft song,
Echoing desires, deep and strong.
In every kiss, a secret world we find,
Of hidden realms and pleasures unconfined.