Primal Craving

In the darkness of the room, he worships at her altar. with every stroke, every touch, He brings her to new heights, lost in the depths of their passion.

He searches her body, he finds solace in her embrace. she trembles beneath his touch, lost in the depths of their desire, a lust that’s deep and depraved.

She writhes in pleasure, he explores every inch of her. with gentle strokes, he brings her pleasure, lost in the depths of their lust, a connection that knows no bounds.

In the quiet moments, he finds her hidden treasure. with every touch, every taste, he brings her to new heights, lost in the depths of their passion.

With a primal craving, he savors every moment, lost in the depths of their love, a passion that knows no bounds, a connection that is savage and primal.

© Seductive Poetry