Velvet Embrace

In the centre of the room, crushed velvet's embrace,
I sit on the sofa, lost in her eyes' grace.
With a sultry hunger, she crawls towards me,
Clad only in burgundy, her desire set free.

Her nails graze my skin, from ankles to knees,
As her legs opened wide, the tension appeased.
With a wicked smile, she slams them shut,
Disturbing my longing, my pulsating nutt.

She parts my thighs, seeking access anew,
Her hand caressing my cock, so firm and true.
Leaning in, her tongue explores down below,
Licking my balls, a sensation in slow tempo.

Her strokes are deliberate, a rhythm refined,
While her other hand marks my chest, a design.
In the labyrinth of passion, our connection is made,
A symphony of pleasure, where desires cascade.

In the depths of desire, we find our release,
Exploring each other, our passion finds peace.
A tale of ecstasy, our bodies entwined,
In this intimate moment, true love we find.