Whispers in the Dark
Your touch—hot like fire, slow like sin,
Fingertips tracing stories on my skin.
Moonlight creeping through half-open blinds,
Lips tasting hunger, bodies intertwined.
Your breath—dangerous, heavy, raw,
Heat pressing close, no space, no flaw.
Soft gasps breaking, caught between teeth,
Hands pulling, wanting, lost underneath the sheets.
Fingers digging, gripping tight,
Bodies moving, stealing night.
No words, just heat, just bliss—
A sigh, a shiver, the burn of a kiss goodnight
Tonight, the world fades, nothing remains,
Just passion, just longing, just you inside my veins.
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