The dim glow of candles flickers,
shadows shifting on bare walls
The air is thick with amber and
musk, blending with the steady
hum of distant drums. You lie on a
sleek obsidian table, your skin
glowing against the dark, every
curve catching the light
I stand over you, tall and still. My
long hair frames my sharp face, my
eyes fixed on the line of your
spine, hunger barely contained
My hands move with purpose over
your skin, firm and warm. Your
breath hitches as I press into your
shoulders, each movement in time
with the music. Every touch
speaks without words.
The tension builds, heavy and
unspoken. My hands slide lower
following the curve of your waist
my presence a steady ***. You
arch slightly, your body yielding
every caress deliberately
Our eyes meet. Your lips part in a
quiet breath. The room fades,
leaving only the rhythm of our
shared desire, sharp and
undeniable in the dark.