Within her gaze, a tempest brews, a storm of desires untold,
In her presence, I stumble, my facade begins to fold.
"The Fall," they call it, a plunge into unknown,
A dance of power and submission, a journey of our own.

Her allure wraps around me, a cloak of forbidden allure,
Every glance, every whisper, ignites a fire pure.
A symphony of tension, a magnetism draws me near,
In her orbit, I lose myself, embracing what I fear.

"The Fall," they whisper, a surrender to her will,
As she claims me, my resistance falters, I feel a thrill.
A canvas of sensations, a masterpiece in her hands,
In her dominion, I yield, as passion's tide expands.

She beckons me with a smile, a promise in her eyes,
In her touch, I unravel, as inhibitions rise.
"The Fall," they murmur, a plunge into ecstasy's abyss,
A dance of dominance and submission, a connection that's amiss.

Her presence ignites a fire, a yearning deep within,
In her embrace, I discover pleasures I've never been.
A crescendo of longing, a surrender so divine,
"The Fall" consumes me, as our desires intertwine.