In the sacred sanctum of their marital bed,

Two hearts entwined, their love, a tale unsaid.

He lies there, open, legs in sweet surrender,

Anticipating the tender touch of her plunder.

Her eyes, pools of love, sparkling in the dim light,

Her breasts, twin moons rising in the night's delight.

With a gentle smile, she prepares to invade,

His ass, the fortress she'll forever braid.

The pink strap-on, a tool of passion's might,

Glistening, ready for the impending flight.

He whispers her name, a silent prayer,

Knowing she's the only one to dare.

The room, a canvas, painted with desire's hue,

As she positions herself, his love renewed.

The tip of the dildo, a promise of pleasure so deep,

Her love, the key, his heart's secret keep.

With a tender kiss, she pushes through the gate,

Breaking barriers, sealing their fate.

Her movements, a dance, rhythmic and slow,

As she takes him, the love between them grows.

Their breaths intertwine, their bodies one,

Their hearts beating as the night has fun.

The love in his eyes, a silent confession,

Her touch, the only one to bring this obsession.

With each thrust, their souls do meld,

Their union, a story to be held.

Her breasts, they sway with passion's sway,

Their love, a force that won't betray.

He gasps her name, in a whisper so soft,

As she claims him, the bond aloft.

And in the warm embrace of their erotic quest,

He knows, she's the only one to lay this vest.

Their love, a sonnet, their bodies the verse,

In the symphony of passion, they're the first.

Their union, a prize, untouched by the world's disdain,

In the realm of ecstasy, they shall forever reign.