Tasting Passion
In the cloaked silence of a world left behind,
Where shadows cling, daring love to unwind,
We meet in secrecy, a stolen breath,
Trading our innocence for something like death.
Her glance is a blade that cuts through the air,A promise unspoken, too raw to declare.Her thighs brush mine, electric and slow,A prelude to places neither should go.
Her whispers melt into the hollows of night,
Each syllable pulling me deeper, alight.Fingers explore with a practiced sin,
Mapping desire beneath trembling skin.
Her breath fans flames across the hollow of my chest,
Her lips trailing paths where hunger protests.Every kiss a spark, every touch an ache,
Shattering limits I’m helpless to break.
She pulls me closer, her rhythm a snare,
Her body a melody I’m compelled to ensnare.Each motion deliberate, each sigh a command,
Every inch of her offered, every inch of me damned.
Her nails carve truths into the curves of my spine,
Tracing confessions in an unspoken line.Her hips roll slow, the tide of her need,
Drowning my thoughts, planting her seed.
We move as one, relentless and wild,
Breaking and healing, ruthless and riled.Every taste of her is an unholy prayer,A communion of lust, a sinner’s lair.
The room bears witness, heavy with heat,
Our bodies entwined in a rhythm complete.The walls echo moans that refuse to relent,A chorus of sins our bodies invent.
Her mouth finds mine, a clash of demand,
Tongues tangled in war neither understands.The taste of her lingers, both bitter and sweet,A banquet of passion that none could repeat.
The night grows heavy, its weight pulling near,
But we press on, unbroken by fear.Our climax, a tempest, fierce and sublime,
Two souls devouring what lives in the grime.
When the silence returns, it’s thick and aware,
Of what was surrendered, of what we now share.She lies against me, her breath a soft hymn,
The world forgotten, the light growing dim.
This isn’t love; it’s something much more,A force that consumes, leaving hearts raw and sore.In this sacred ruin, our desires reside,
Tasting passion where shame dares not abide.