Fingers trace the curves of his bare chest,
Each touch, a deliberate quest.
In every line, a story unfolds,
In every breath, my longing holds.

The quiet moment, a canvas bare,
Where desire whispers, soft as air.
I find my fire, in the heat of his skin,
In this silent dance, where we begin.

I crave the taste, the forbidden sip,
The abyss between your waxed lips.
Where silence meets desire’s call,
In that tender space, I fall.

A fleeting kiss, a secret shared,
In the depths of longing, we are bared.

Your lips, a sanctuary sweet,
Where every touch, our souls meet.
In the curve of passion's grip,
I wish to linger, in that intimate dip

My hands continued to explore he;
                  my fingers finding their way,
                  between her legs,
                  feeling her wetness.

In slow, firm circles, my fingers glide,
Teasing her gently, her breath amplified,
With each trembling gasp, her body speaks,
The language of pleasure in waves and peaks.

"Do you like that?" I whisper, a firm command,
As I guide her desire with a steady hand,

In the rhythm of yearning, she finds release,
In the dance of control, a moment of peace.
Our world narrows down to this intimate bind,
Where power and passion in union unwind.