BABYGIRL

In a realm of passion's dance they stand,
Silk ribbons glide o'er her skin so grand.
Teasingly they awaken her desire,
Her body stirs with a longing fire.

One by one, her hands are bound,
And then her feet, eagle spread, she's found.
At His mercy, surrendered for pleasure,
Two souls entwined, seeking their treasure.

With measured steps, He circles near,
His gaze upon her, intense and clear.
Every breath she takes, a trembling flutter,
As ribbons test her, soft like a whisper.

The air is heavy with anxious thrill,
Arousal's scent, a potent thrill.
He undresses slowly, a tantalizing sight,
His love and lust, intertwined so tight.

Then comes the blindfold, darkness falls,
"Shhh, babygirl," His whisper calls.
Her body trembles, but trust she bestows,
His hands explore, and passion grows.

Gasps and whimpers escape her lips,
As need and pleasure in her heart eclipse.
"You look beautiful," His voice so tender,
Bound for Him, a vision to remember.

With a growl, He can't restrain,
Desire's force, he must attain.
Claiming what's His, with primal force,
Their souls collide, on a passionate course.

In deepest ecstasy, they intertwine,
A Hunter and His prey, a love divine.
Connected as one, their souls aspire,
In a dance of desire, they both conspire.

Imran Nazeer
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