I crave him like the air that fills my lungs,
A restless hunger that overcomes.
My thoughts twist with the heat of his name,
A slow-burning fire I cannot tame.
His presence lingers, a shadow in my mind,
A whisper of touch that is yet to unwind.

I ache for him in every hidden place,
Yearning to feel his hands trace
The contours of my skin, soft and warm,
To be wrapped in his arms, safe from harm.
Each heartbeat drums with the need to feel
His body against mine, the touch that heals.

His fingers, they tease, at first so light,
Brushing along my arm, a delicate flight.
They find their way to the nape of my neck,
And there, he pauses—letting time stretch.
The world outside becomes a blur,
All that exists is his slow, sure stir.

One by one, my clothes fall away,
A whispered secret of what we’ll play.
He undresses me like a master of art,
Peeling back layers to uncover my heart.
Each piece discarded holds the promise of more,
An invitation to explore every shore.

His hands, warm as the morning sun,
Trace lines that make my senses run.
From collarbone to trembling waist,
Every inch is caressed with a lover’s grace.
He maps me with patience, with teasing restraint,
Each touch a stroke, so soft, so faint.

And then his lips, oh how they fall,
On bare skin that answers his silent call.
They wander slowly, without rush,
Trailing fire with each gentle brush.
Along my neck, down to my chest,
Each kiss a promise, each one blessed.

I quiver beneath the weight of his need,
My body surrendered, eager to feed.
His mouth explores, soft as a sigh,
As I tremble, gasping, thighs drawing high.
His breath is hot, his touch divine,
I lose myself in the rhythm of time.

He cups my breast with tender care,
Circling with fingers, the tension flares.
My back arches as pleasure blooms,
A moan escapes in the quiet room.
His lips follow, circling slow,
Teasing, tasting, making me glow.

The heat between us begins to rise,
As his hands move lower, exploring my thighs.
He parts me gently, but holds back still,
Hovering close with that patient will.
I ache for him, every nerve alight,
Begging for more in the quiet night.

And when at last, he claims his prize,
His body joins mine with breathless sighs.
He fills me slow, an exquisite tease,
Stretching time, making me weak in the knees.
His movements are steady, controlled and deep,
Building a rhythm that steals my sleep.

We move together in perfect grace,
A dance of passion, a heated chase.
His hands on my hips, his breath in my ear,
Each thrust drawing me nearer, more clear.
The world falls away, there’s nothing but him,
My vision blurs as the lights grow dim.

I feel the tension coiling tight,
A sweet surrender to pure delight.
Every inch of my body is his to command,
As he drives me higher, where stars expand.
The pleasure rises in waves so tall,
I surrender completely, letting it all fall.

And when the wave crests, it crashes through,
A flood of ecstasy, raw and true.
I shatter beneath the force of the tide,
Lost in the storm, nowhere to hide.
He holds me close as I come undone,
A trembling star eclipsed by the sun.

But still, the hunger lingers deep,
A craving that even release cannot keep.
I rise again, this time stronger still,
And take him in with a heady thrill.
I straddle him now, guiding his heat,
Feeling the rhythm beneath my feet.

His hands grip my waist as I move slow,
Riding the waves as the pleasure grows.
Each rise and fall brings me closer again,
A cycle of hunger that will never end.
My body sings with the fire we make,
Every motion, a sweet ache.

And as I ride him, higher and higher,
I’m lost in the flames of pure desire.
The forest around us fades from view,
And all that remains is me and you.
We’re two souls merged in endless bliss,
A craving for more with every kiss.

The final wave builds, fierce and bright,
A blinding rush of pure delight.
And when it breaks, I scream his name,
A trembling echo in passion’s flame.
I fall once more, spent and free,
Craving, always, for more of thee.