Wonder, what sparks this surge,
Fingers twist within, desires emerge.
A gush of pleasure, a gentle urge,
To be loved, admired, in passion's dirge.
A Squirt, still, how it works, I ponder and verge.

Her body's speaking in tongues,
and I'm captivated by love.
Her vibes
fit me perfectly,
In my mind,
we've already made love,
my size,
fits her like a glove.

I yearn to dwell
within your mind,
woven into your thoughts,
devouring your desires,
bringing your fantasies to life,
tied together by
our ****** chemistry.
Our journey leads
to ecstasy.

A deep need arises
a desire to be filled
leaving you
drenched
in ecstasy
as my essence
pours out
indefinitely

A soul entwined with silent might, finding strength in the moments stolen from the night.
In this private realm, there were no boundaries, no judgments—only the pure expression of desires.
Every gentle caress was a sacred rite, a dance that celebrated its essence and illuminated inner light.
In this space, was are free, to explore the depths of our beings without fear.

And as the night wrapped around them;
She knew that she had found something precious.
He knew he found her light, and in their solitude, he embraced it.

In her solitude, she finds her night,
A whispered touch, soft and light.
In quiet shadows, her secrets unfold,
A dance of pleasure, pure and bold

Her soul entwines with silent might,
In moments stolen from the night.
Each gentle caress, a sacred rite,
In this private realm, she finds her light.