Passion of a lustful woman

In shadows’ veil, where desire ignites,

A tale of passion, of lust’s delight,

Beneath moon’s whims, her flame consumes,

A woman's ardor, she fiercely assumes.

Her touch, electric, a tempest unbound,

With fiery yearning, her senses resound,

Eyes ablaze, with an alluring gaze,

She seeks the heat that passion betrays.

A wild symphony, whispers unchained,

Her body dances, by passion ordained,

Her lips, entwined in a melody’s bliss,

She craves the touch, the fervent abyss.

Her heartbeat quickens, a drumming storm,

As sinewy tendrils of desire form,

In every breath, a hunger unmet,

She yearns to taste the forbidden, and yet.

Her skin, a canvas, painted in deep desire,

Scarlet hues that only passion can inspire,

With hands that roam, seeking fervent realm,

She carves her path through passion’s helm.

Oh, the fire that rages within her core,

Igniting senses she deeply adores,

She embraces pleasure with abandon untamed,

A lustful woman, forever unclaimed.

In the moon's embrace, her secrets concealed,

A tempestuous dance, forever annealed,

The passion of a woman, untamed, unabridged,

In lust's fervor, her soul is bewitched.