Her mesh dress, a canvas, ignited my imagination wild.
A bronzed figure sculpted beyond earthly grace.
Her amazing grace stirred my deepest temptations;
transporting my thoughts to distant realms,
grappling with anchoring my mind in the here and now.
Her lips, potent as a sip.
Her sway, sets my mind adrift.
the spell she casts, magnetic and profound,
No retreat possible once her allure is found.
Entangled in her enchantment, resistance thins—
Once drawn in, the odyssey of passion begins.

I promise to satiate each longing, each plea,
With a cascade of pleasures applied delicately.
In ways so profound, you cannot refute,
The deep-seated yearning that stirs, resolute,
In the hushed spaces between your sighs.

Under a canopy of whispers, delicate and enticing,
He traced her silhouette, his touch precise and inviting.
His fingers glided in a choreography of slow, deliberate grace,
Each stroke a promise, as soft moans framed her face.

He advanced with certainty, his intent clear and bold,
Pressing where fire blooms, in whispers untold.
Exploring her every contour, each hidden cove and crest,
Her body answered in kind,
a tempestuous response confessed.

Her skin, a whisper of satin against my own,
goosebumps rise, a shiver, from fingers to bone.
They travel like stars in a night’s gentle climb,
up her hand,
through her spine,
a dance sublime.

Sitting here, yearning for her presence,
my soul aches with longing, for her essence.

In this chair—her body a silhouette in twilight,
straddling me, a vision of pure, unspoken delight.

Choker tight, a midnight ribbon of allure,
a skirt that flirts, pink lace, mixed with passion and allure.
Hair cascading like a raven's song,
bare skin exposed, where ******* belong.
Tattoos like a poem etched in black lace,
each curve a verse,
each line eye trace.
Soft kisses I place,
caressing her face,
her back arches,
her patience quakes,
watching her lips part, a slow, sensual spark,
she may lick her lips,
But, the rest is all mine.

I when I think of you
I want to put pen to paper,
And write poetry that is naughty by nature.

As she whispers, breaths a confession
Her desire, a fiery possession
Under the moon's silent watch, we merge
Passion's race, my pulse begins to surge
With each motion, a promise kept,
In her ocean, my resolve is swept,
Tracing lines where fire flows
Lost in the maze that only she knows
Her sighs paint symphonies in the night
In this dance, our sparks ignite
our bodies bound in ecstasy we weave
even when I'm gone, I never really leave
With each pulse, our time is stolen
In her essence, my soul is woven.

I long to feel the skin
Between her thighs.

As I fantasize,
Desire ignites within.
I want to be inside her,
Feeling her tighten around me,
Sliding deep,
As our worlds collide,
Her juices slide,
as my pride rise,
My need to release intensifies,
Filling her fully.

It’s almost painful,
oh how she tempts me.

Many times, I've dreamt of your Heaven,
Using my fingers to caress it,
And my eyes to see.
Now, spread your legs,
And expose your destiny to me.