There's an artroom in your thighs, a gallery in your eyes.
When you kiss me at my lips, i feel it in my hips, I'm getting lost in your embrace as our tongues intertwine; twisting and tickling and swimming under each other's skin.
Baby, this is sin, this is beauty, this is passion; the perfect sensation

In a candle lit room- the highlights of your hair emanates a raw sensual flair.
Into your soul, through your body, I dared to stare without a care and witnessed a sight of a wicked hue: ***** with all the kinks, flashy with a grace of ****, thrashingly ******, and sincerely lewd but you make it look good.

You fill up my senses when you moan under the moonlight, melting me with your skin, and traversing the fabrics of my tongue with yours.
In the heat of it all under the sheets, under the darkness you are all I see, and getting lost in you is all I want to be