Your hand gently brushes my hair aside,
Fingers trailing down my face,
Palm cupping my cheek,
Then gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Making me lift my gaze, drawn to you.

A soft, teasing kiss meets my lips,
I’ve craved this moment,
Yearned for you, aching with need,
I would wait forever for your touch.

Your tongue explores me deeply,
And I press closer, wanting more,
My moans escape as I surrender,
Knees pressing into the ground,
Lost in the hunger between us.

Your grip tightens, pulling me back,
Your lips claiming my neck,
Each kiss a mark of possession,
Forcing me to feel, to take it all,
Until the world knows—I belong to you.