You nibble on her neck
as your fingers follow the trail
of the curves of her body,
every inch of it craving you.

She had a weakness
for your hand on her throat,
your words in her heart
and your mouth on her lips.

None of which
she had the willpower
to refuse to you.

All your wishes,
her commands.
Everything you are,
her body craves.

Your souls dance to a song
of moans and lust.
Your bodies followed
with unimaginable infatuation.

"Mine."
You said.
"Yours."
She replied.