The Primal Rhythm

The primal rhythm of their bodies overwhelmed her, the savage sounds of lust and desire that demanded her complete and total surrender. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin, the raw power that radiated from his every movement. Her heart raced as she yielded to the intoxicating dance, her body moving in time with his as they became one in a frenzy of passion.

Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues entwined as they explored each other’s mouths with a desperate hunger. She moaned as he ran his hands down her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching for more. She arched her back, pressing herself against him as he slid his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.

He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight walls enveloping him. She gasped as he filled her, her muscles clenching around him as she begged for more. He thrust into her harder and faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room.

The primal rhythm took over, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment. She screamed his name as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. He followed soon after, his own release triggered by the feel of her muscles milking him dry.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, their bodies still trembling from the force of their passion. She lay there, spent and satisfied, as the primal rhythm of their bodies continued to echo through her mind, a reminder of the surrender to passion that she had just experienced.

© Seductive Poetry