In His Arms

In his arms, she surrendered to the primal pull of raw desire, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and musk, as the heat of their lust threatened to consume them. Every touch, every kiss, was a branding of possession, a claiming of what was theirs.

Their bodies fit together as if made for each other, every curve and hollow sliding against one another in a dance of ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, as they became lost in each other, their moans and gasps of pleasure echoing through the room.

She ran her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, as he trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. The anticipation was unbearable, as she waited for him to take her, to claim her fully.

And when he did, it was with a raw, primal urgency that left them both breathless. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, as they reached for the pinnacle of pleasure. And when they finally reached it, it was with a release that shook them to their very core.

In his arms, she found a passion that she had never known before, a hunger that could not be sated. And as they lay spent and satisfied in each other’s arms, she knew that she would never be able to let him go.

© Seductive Poetry