Your fingers are the wind,
brushing across my skin.
Every touch makes me tremble,
and I respond,
like a flower leaning toward you in the breeze,
unfolding without hesitation.
A bloom wanting more than it can hold.
brushing across my skin.
Every touch makes me tremble,
and I respond,
like a flower leaning toward you in the breeze,
unfolding without hesitation.
A bloom wanting more than it can hold.
Your hands are the rain,
each drop feels like an invitation,
that draws me open.
each drop feels like an invitation,
that draws me open.
Your mouth is the sun,
burning through me—
a heat that consumes,
but leaves me hungry for more.
Every kiss lights a fire.
My body responds to your intensity,
every inch of me reacts to your
fingers, lips, the weight of your presence.
I let you dive deep
into the soil of my desire—
digging, searching,
until I shudder beneath you.
You take a bite out of my ripest fruit,
And I watch as the juice drips from the corners of your smile.
burning through me—
a heat that consumes,
but leaves me hungry for more.
Every kiss lights a fire.
My body responds to your intensity,
every inch of me reacts to your
fingers, lips, the weight of your presence.
I let you dive deep
into the soil of my desire—
digging, searching,
until I shudder beneath you.
You take a bite out of my ripest fruit,
And I watch as the juice drips from the corners of your smile.
You’re the spark,
the lightning pulsing through me—
a wave of electricity through each of my delicate petals.
You pull me closer,
overwhelming my senses,
until I break open,
shattering the calm,
unleashing something I didn’t know I could give,
trembling,
uncontrollable,
until the thunder crashes,
and I’m lost in it—
a wild, unrestrained force
that only you could summon.
And boy, were you up for the challenge.
When the night falls,
we’re nothing but desire—
a force moving together,
each touch, each glance,
another moment of exploration,
another layer of me peeled back.
we’re nothing but desire—
a force moving together,
each touch, each glance,
another moment of exploration,
another layer of me peeled back.
I am a garden,
the raw, aching bloom,
untamed, hungry,
waiting for you to take more.
And in the quiet of the night,
when we finally collapse,
we are fire,
and I burn for you,
until there’s nothing left
but the echo of what I crave.
the raw, aching bloom,
untamed, hungry,
waiting for you to take more.
And in the quiet of the night,
when we finally collapse,
we are fire,
and I burn for you,
until there’s nothing left
but the echo of what I crave.
