Stirs Desire

A gentle touch, a finger's trace,
Along her thighs, a tender space.
Her body quivered, eyes alight,
With anticipation, pure and bright.

A kiss so soft, a whispered plea,
Just above the knee, a memory.
A moan escaped, a soft exhale,
As fingers tangled in his trail.

Up her leg, a journey slow,
Kisses, licks, a gentle flow.
Moans grew louder, body swayed,
In ecstasy, a dance they played.

To secret depths, his tongue did roam,
Exploring curves, a cherished home.
Whispers raw, a love untold,
Desire's embers, fierce and bold.

She shifted, moved, at his command,
A willing vessel, close at hand.
Each touch, a spark, a fiery gleam,
Toward the edge of a blissful dream.

Moans filled the air, a sweet refrain,
A symphony of pleasure, without pain.
His focus deep, her body's art,
A dance of passion, soul to heart.

A climax reached, a shaking sigh,
Her body's tremor, soaring high.
Spent and sated, side by side,
In passion's afterglow, they did reside.