Milk's Sweet Surrender

Her form, a canvas of desire,
Curves like ripples in the night,
Milk chocolate skin, a taste to inspire,
Smooth as silk, igniting delight.

Her skin, a beacon, draws me near,
Inviting touch, releasing fire.
"Tonight," she whisper soft, words clear,
"Experience ecstasy, mi sweet squire."

Her body's symphony calls my name,
Contours begging for my caress,
Fingers dance upon the flaming flame,
Feeling the heat beneath her dress.

She moves, her scent intoxicating,
Erotic whispers fill the air,
Each inch of her, a craving so aching,
Demanding worship, beyond compare.

Her breath mingles with mine, hot and deep,
Eyes locked, desire's silent plea.
Her hands explore, her touch, a keep,
Igniting fires, setting me free.

She presses close, a tender embrace,
Her breasts against my chest, a perfect fit.
Her hips embrace, a tantalizing trace,
Her curves, a melody I can't resist.

Her lips find mine, a kiss so bold,
Hunger and demand, a sweet release,
A taste of passion, never to be controlled,
Drawing me captive, lost in her peace.

"Tonight," she whisper once again,
Her voice a purr, lust's sweet caress,
Her hands guide mine, a sensual reign,
Encouraging me, mi passion to confess.

We entwine, a tangle of desire,
Each touch, a step to pleasure's peak,
Her moans, like whispers, fuel the fire,
Her body arching, reaching its peak.

Every inch of her, a playground so grand,
Her skin, a canvas for my touch to trace,
Together, we find a rhythm, hand in hand,
A dance of ecstasy, a captivating embrace.

"Tonight," she whisper, a final vow,
Her voice di sweetest temptation, her body di prize,
As we surrender to passion, we lost and avow,
In a world of desire, where bliss never dies.