A hush falls soft around her grace.
Each step a promise, slow and sure,
A living spark no eyes can cure.
The night leans in to taste her heat,
Desire learns the shape of her feet.
A teasing smile, a knowing glance
Beauty sharpened into chance.
A hush falls soft around her grace.
Each step a promise, slow and sure,
A living spark no eyes can cure.
The night leans in to taste her heat,
Desire learns the shape of her feet.
A teasing smile, a knowing glance
Beauty sharpened into chance.
earning praise in candlelight.
A whispered yes, a teasing grin,
consent wrapped warm in satin skin.
Rewards arrive like honeyed fire
soft applause, a slow-burn desire.
earning praise in candlelight.
A whispered yes, a teasing grin,
consent wrapped warm in satin skin.
Rewards arrive like honeyed fire
soft applause, a slow-burn desire.
because she wants to be—
wants the burn of control,
the sweet ache of being held
right on the edge of herself.
I don’t rush.
I savor the way she gives in,
breath by breath,
until need makes poetry out of her body
and silence isn’t an option anymore.
because she wants to be—
wants the burn of control,
the sweet ache of being held
right on the edge of herself.
I don’t rush.
I savor the way she gives in,
breath by breath,
until need makes poetry out of her body
and silence isn’t an option anymore.