Hunger

Your eyes, a silent dare across the room, ignite a hunger I can feel in my bones. My hand finds yours, a current starts to bloom, drawing you closer, shedding all your clothes. The air grows thick with whispers, soft and low, as my lips trace the curve of your collarbone. A shiver answers, an exquisite, slow unfurling, making your desires known. Our bodies intertwine, a fervent dance, skin against skin, a symphony of touch. I seek your depths, no hesitant glance, demanding all, wanting you oh so much. Lost in the rhythm, a primal, urgent tide, our breaths entwine, a singular, sweet cry. In this ecstatic fusion, we confide the secrets whispered as our spirits fly.