As the room darkens and the moon begins to bloom,
Her touch reaches at my core where desire comes too soon,
As she touches with intentions I trace her pure perfection,
Fingers running through her hair, I found a twinkle in her vision.
In the still of the night two roaring fires burn as one,
An overwhelming sensation collides and comes undone,
Her body my addiction, her lips are like a poem,
Woven with fancy silk and honey any man would die for.
She submits to my embrace as her body shakes with pleasure,
Kisses melting down her neck, juices flowing down her treasure
Bodies laying in relief, tangled in lustful pleasure.