In the soft velvet of night,
Her voice, like satin, trembles,
A whisper wrapped in longing,
Her heart, a fire that simmers.

She strains against the weight,
Of a world that calls her shy,
Desires raw, forbidden,
Her soul aching, a silent cry.

"Make me yours," she breathes,
Eyes wide, lips quivering,
Every word a promise,
Her body, forever shivering.

"I'll be good, I'll be yours,"
Her voice, a desperate plea,
Longing trembles in each syllable,
Her heart, unbound and free.

Pulse racing, slow and deep,
Fingers aching to explore,
"Keep me wanting, keep me wanting,
Until I am nothing more."

She sighs, her breath a plea,
As I part the folds of desire,
Slippery, sweet with hunger,
Each touch, pulling her higher.