Oh, to hold her close, in the sway of desire,
matching her rhythm,
as passion climbs higher.
Her tightness surrounds,
a sweet, perfect fit,
every ****** a pulse,
every move, a hit.
I watch, entranced,
as her body sways,
each bounce, each curve,
in love’s fierce blaze.
Her face, a canvas,
painted with delight,
as we lose ourselves,
in the dance of night.
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 10:16 PM UTC
Oh, to hold her close, in the sway of desire,
matching her rhythm,
as passion climbs higher.
Her tightness surrounds,
a sweet, perfect fit,
every ****** a pulse,
every move, a hit.
I watch, entranced,
as her body sways,
each bounce, each curve,
in love’s fierce blaze.
Her face, a canvas,
painted with delight,
as we lose ourselves,
in the dance of night.
