In the hush of her sacred sanctuary,
A whisper of desire, a feverish yearning.
Her pulse thunders, a wild, primal rhythm,
As primal urges stir, passion's hymn.
Unbidden, vivid images flood her mind -
His lips devouring her neck, possessive and kind.
She imagines his tongue tracing her curves,
A sensual exploration that ignites and unnerves.
A soft moan escapes her trembling lips,
As the memory of his hands on her skin grips.
She pictures his fingers, calloused and rough,
Firmly kneading her flesh, a touch never enough.
A hidden, hallowed space, a well of longing,
A rushing river, a secret, sensual belonging.
The wetness blossoms, a lush, tender bloom,
A scorching heat that spreads, a carnal room.
She feels the slick, silky arousal coating her folds,
A testament to the desire that steadily unfolds.
Trembling fingers trace a desperate dance,
Mapping every curve, a frantic rhythm's chance.
She thinks of his cock, rigid and thick,
Plunging into her, the sensation so slick.
Her nipples harden, aching to be touched,
As the intensity builds, her body craves so much.
Her body quivers with unbridled desire,
As the pace builds swiftly, a blazing, hungry fire.
She craves the ravenous hunger in his gaze,
His eyes drinking her in, a savage, primal craze.
The searing recollection inflames her very core,
Desire surging, an insatiable need for more.
She imagines him pinning her down with brute force,
Pounding into her, a relentless, primal course.
With each scorching caress, her body awakens,
A symphony of flesh, where wanton lust strengthens.
Her clit, a swollen rose, engorged and aching to swell,
A secret garden, where her darkest passions dwell.
Her muscles slowly tense, coiling like springs,
As the intensity mounts, pleasure's siren song sings.
She moans, long and low, as the tide crests and bounds,
A rising, relentless wave, where ecstasy abounds.
She thinks of his lips sucking her sensitive bud,
Tongue lashing, the sensation like a tidal flood.
Her breaths turn ragged, a sweet, desperate refrain,
As the consuming ecstasy, she can't begin to contain.
Her limbs tremble, wracked with tremors of bliss,
As flashes of their feral coupling, skin on skin, persist.
Her mind is lost in this carnal, ecstatic dance,
A savage waltz of lust, a primal, sensual trance.