Ripened Desire

She had never tasted the warmth of a man’s embrace,
Nor felt desire spark in a single gaze,
Until that night she found him there—
Older, with a presence that filled the air,
A power that drew her, steady and bold,
Irresistible, a story untold.
One glance, and her world began to shift—
This wasn’t just longing—it was a passionate gift.

The room was dim, thick with heat,
A tension that made her heart skip a beat.
A smile, a spark, a daring look,
And all her defences quietly shook.
She watched him move, every step a tease,
A promise wrapped in charm that aimed to please.
Her heart raced fast, her pulse in tune,
Drawn into a rhythm, beneath the moon.

That first night, tangled in the dark,
Her body ignited with each tender spark.
Every touch is a soft command,
Every breath an eager hand.
No thoughts of the past, no whispered lies,
Just the warmth of his skin, the fire in his eyes.
The curve of his lips, the taste of his kiss,
A need so deep, it felt like bliss.

With every caress, her past slipped away,
Like sugar melting in the heat of day.
The thrill of skin, the brush of hands,
The way their bodies moved in soft strands.
Her breath was stolen, her mind set free,
In his embrace, she found the key.
Every sigh, each moan he gave,
Was like a wave, a yearning to crave.

But this was more than just one night,
There was a bond, hidden from sight.
An unspoken connection, vibrant and rare,
Two souls intertwined in the electric air.
They came together where shadows played,
In whispered vows, their secrets laid.
At the centre of it all, a magnet he stood,
The one who understood her, as only he could.

This was no fleeting, casual kiss,
It was a world of intimate bliss.
Desires ignited, unchained and bold,
A connection so deep, both tender and old.
Each moment shared, unguarded and true,
Each heartbeat thrummed with a longing anew.
Together, they’d explore passion’s delight,
Creating a story, one endless night.

And now that fire burned bright inside,
A hunger she could no longer hide.
It was her pulse, her breath, her core,
A need to explore, to crave even more.
To lose herself in his every glance,
To embrace the thrill of this newfound chance.
To show him the depths of her soul’s desire,
To stoke the flames of their mutual fire.

No matter how far she would roam,
A single word would always bring her home.
Her body tingled, her need profound,
Eager to give, to lose, to be found.
Again and again, she’d yearn for his kiss,
For the man who had brought her this bliss.

With every touch, she felt alive,
Her senses ignited, eager to thrive.
She learned the power of a single stare,
The way desire ignites in the air.
She was the moth, drawn to his flame,
Caught in a passion, unafraid and untamed.
Together, they would rise and fall,
Bound by the thrill of love’s sweet call.

In every embrace, a world was formed,
A dance of hearts, where souls were warmed.
She revelled in each tender sigh,
Each shared heartbeat, every lingering eye.
The night stretched on, their bodies entwined,
In every kiss, their fates aligned.
She found herself in shadows deep,
Where love and longing in silence seep.

Now, with every lingering glance,
They moved together in a sacred dance.
A hunger that could not be tamed,
A passion that forever remained.
In the darkness, pure delight,
They lost themselves, surrendered to the night.
In this beautiful, forbidden place,
She found her heart, her lover’s grace.