Your Mark Conventions are the ties that bind, from new sensations keep me blind. Withhold from me no more the pleasure, of this pain I've grown to treasure. Exquisite pain...I seek release, send tremors through my body. Then leave your mark for all to see, that I might be set free. Your nails run deep across my skin, they leave behind their sensual trail. To be followed by your hungry bites, lasting long into the night. So when this night of passions over, and the heat of lust subsides, I'll trace those marks and reminisce, reminded of pains pleasure. © Kevin Dustin

Perfect Desire In a world of intimate connection, Where passions ignite and souls find affection, Let me paint a poem of sensual delight, Where pleasure unfolds in the darkest of night. Like a gentle dance in a moonlit embrace, Whispered sighs and lingering traces, A symphony of sensations, tender and raw, Two bodies entwined, breaking every law. The softest touch, a feather light, Igniting a flame that burns so bright, From lips that hunger, seeking fervent pleasure, To a touch that sets the body on fire, beyond all measure. In these whispers shared between two souls, Secret desires unfurl, no inhibitions hold, Oh, the erotic dance of skin on skin, Locked in a passionate, exquisite spin. Exploring uncharted territory, bodies collide, A symphony of moans, no need to hide, Lost in a rapture that knows no bounds, As pleasure echoes in every gasp and sound. The rhythm quickens, pulses race, A crescendo building in a secret place, Where ecstasy flourishes like flowers in bloom, And the world narrows to just the two in the room. But let us not forget, my dear friend, Sexual sensation is a journey, without end, It's about connection, trust, and exploration, A celebration of love, in all its elation. So, may your encounters be filled with tender bliss, Where pleasure is shared and nothing amiss, May your senses awaken, your desires set free, In the realm of sexual sensations, let love be the key. © Eli Ferdinand