When Our Bodies Speak

We lie together—skin on skin, No fabric dares to come between the fire within. Your breath is warm against my neck, Our hearts beating loud in the silence we wreck. I trace your lips with mine, slow and deep, Tasting secrets your body’s aching to keep. Each kiss we trade is a promise unspoken, A lock of lust, already broken. My hand runs down your trembling thigh, Your moan—soft thunder in the sky. I feel your heat, I feel your need, Our hunger growing with every plead. My cock presses firm against your slick, wet core, You arch your hips, whispering, "More." We’re not just lovers now—we’re flame, Calling each other by no name. You wrap your legs around my waist, I push forward, aching, no time to waste. Your gasp becomes my gospel, sweet and wild, Every thrust makes you more untamed, more riled. Flesh against flesh, we grind, we melt, You ride the rhythm that we've felt. Your nails dig deep, your back arched high, I worship every shiver, every sigh. Our lips don’t part...