Oh, to be lost,
in the depths of desire,
like a fevered dream,
set alight by fire.

Her thoughts, a swirl,
of fantasies so wild,
each one a spark,
igniting passion’s child.

The beat of her heart,
a rhythm so fast,
matching the pulse,
of pleasure amassed.

Each touch, each caress,
a melody in tune,
sending her soaring,
to the heat of the moon.

Until at last, she finds release,
in the ecstasy, complete peace.
And there she lies, spent and warm,
curled in the aftermath, of love’s storm.