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.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 6:19 PM UTC
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.
