Intimate Inferno

In the dimly lit chamber, she lay upon the bed,
Soft curves illuminated by the sensual flicker of candlelight,
Fingers trailing across the silken coverlet,
Senses awakening to the smoldering flickers of desire.
Candles danced in the shadowed corners,
Casting a warm amber glow upon her flushed, glistening skin,
As the first delicious pangs of pleasure began to stir.

The air was thick with the heady, musky scent of jasmine,
Intermingling with her own burgeoning arousal.
As her free hand caressed her body,
Feeling the first flickers of rapture ignite,
Fingers tracing tantalizing patterns of ecstasy,
Preparing to surrender to that molten bliss.

In solitude's embrace, her thoughts ignite,
A longing deep, for him, a primal hunger's ravenous bite.
With trembling hands, she seeks forbidden bliss,
To sate the carnal yearnings only he can dismiss.

She lays in bed, a wanton goddess aflame,
Her mind enslaved to searing memories of his intoxicating name.
Slowly, gently southward her hand drifts,
Parting glistening, dewy folds where molten pleasure lifts.

One finger's velvet stroke sets nerves afire,
Stoking rising waves of animalistic desire for his touch.
Another joins the dance, friction's cadence grows,
Dragging ragged gasps, craving his lips upon her engorged rose.

The third finger's arrival, the trinity complete,
Swirling in tight circles where her intimate nectar meets.
Waves of rapture crash through her writhing, arched form,
Body and spirit enmeshed in passion's searing storm.

Her climax ascends in a scorching crescendo,
Back arching wantonly, taut muscles quivering in throe.
Eyes rolling back as pleasure's tsunami rolls,
Craving his strong hands to caress and share her trembling soul.

Harsh, staccato pantings, her heaving breasts glazed with want's sheen,
As coiling tension winds her up, every nerve ending keen.
Teetering feverishly on that blissful edge,
Every fiber screaming for his touch to plunge and sledge.

"Ohh god yesss!" she cries out in guttural, unrestrained bliss,
As shattering, pulsing ecstasy sears with each rapturous hiss.
Wishing he could witness and join in her euphoric abyss,
To taste the searing rapture of passion's molten kiss.

Exploding, shuddering sensations, a blissful release,
A fiery rush, then a moment's sated peace.
Muscles uncoiling, limbs feeling deliciously unbound,
As crashing waves of rapture slowly rebound.

Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath,
Glistening skin glazed with passion's dewy sweat.
A euphoric haze drapes her being in bliss,
Longing for his strong arms to hold her in this.

Fingers trail through slick, swollen folds, savoring,
Craving his fingers to join in intimately exploring.
One final shudder wracks her to the core,
As the last ebbing tide of bliss reaches the shore.

When the haze clears, her being unwinds,
Leaving her spirit settled, tranquil in kind.
Yet memories burn bright of that searing spell,
Stoking yearnings for when next his presence will swell.