I'll be on vacation with the family for two weeks. So I will hardly have time to visit a lewd forum like this. Therefore, this will be my last daily poem for two weeks. But I'll make it a longer one.
Whispers in Silk
She wears the dusk across her eyes,
A satin band, where mystery lies.
No sight to guide her midnight dance,
Just breath and touch, a sweet romance.
Her fingers speak what lips may hide,
Tracing paths where thrills abide.
The world is shadow, hush, and heat,
A silent rhythm, slow and sweet.
She smiles—a secret in the dark,
Each gesture sparking quiet spark.
Blindfolded, yet she leads the way,
Where words dissolve and thoughts give sway.
In her stillness, fire blooms,
A heartbeat echo through the room.
And in that hush, a sacred spell—
Of trust, of play, where senses dwell.
...
And if you really are are in luck
- you get to fuck!
;-)