In shadows' dance, where passions burn,
She craves it all, her soul does yearn,
Whimpering, squirming, twisting, turning,
Desperate in need of Him, her yearning.
A fire within, He ignites the spark,
Fueling the heat in her deepest dark,
Molten lava, volcano's release,
He's the one who grants her peace.
She longs for His hands upon her skin,
His kisses tender, yet fierce within,
Light touch and firm, a perfect blend,
Nibbles gentle, stinging bites that mend.
Craving every touch, her body aches,
With every cell, her heart He takes,
His voice a sweet and demanding spell,
Controlling her, she's under His spell.
At womanhood's door, His mouth does sip,
Her juices flow, for Him to sip,
In greedy mouth, she takes Him in,
An intimate dance, where they both win.
Higher she soars, beyond the skies,
In submission, her spirit flies,
His growl, a tremor through her core,
Claimed by Him, she wants nothing more.
He brings her to life, like never before,
Her essence trembles, begging for more,
His marks on her skin, His possession bold,
His seed deep inside, their passion unfolds.
In the dark, she whispers, soft and sly,
"Come to me, Master, make me fly,"
Bound by desire, their souls unite,
In love's embrace, they find their light.
Imran Nazeer
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