Your hands, like shadows, steal across my frame, A whispered grip that sets my senses aflame.
My body yields, a vessel lost at sea, Drawn by the tide of your sweet tyranny.
You guide me back, a fallen king uncrowned, To velvet sheets, where pleasure lies unbound.
A straddling queen, your gaze a potent spell, My heartbeat drums a frantic, urgent knell.
The fumbling dance of belt and buckle's bite, A frenzied prelude to the coming night.
And there, your hair, a waterfall, Releases scents of jasmine, sweet and thrall.
But deeper still, a musk begins to rise, A primal echo in your skin's disguise.
The raw, warm earth, a siren's earthy call, A contrast stark, against the jasmine's thrall.
My fingers trace the map of your desire, Unveiling secrets whispered in the fire.
Your touch, a brand upon my heated skin, Where innocence surrenders, sin begins.
And as the storm within us mounts and swells, Our bodies merge, two souls in burning shells.
Lightning strikes, a symphony of sighs, In every clash, a new creation lies.
So let us fall, consumed by passion's light, Lost in this dance, where shadows dance and fight.
For in your arms, my love, I find my way, Surrendered to the passion of your reign today.