“The moonlight spills a silver glow, Upon a stage where lovers go. No ballroom grand, no gilded floor, Just tangled sheets and something more.

A whispered touch, a fleeting start, The tempo builds in beating hearts. A hand extends, a soft command, A willing pull, a yielding stand.

The rhythm flows, a sweet duet, Their bodies move, their skin is wet. A twist, a turn, a gentle fall, Each motion speaks, says it all.

Her gasp, a note, his groan, a chord, Their symphony cannot be ignored. A dance of fire, wild and free, A melding force, a harmony.

The sheets entwine, a lover’s vine, Their tempo swells, their stars align. The final crest, the sweetest ache, A trembling pause, the world could break.

And as the dance comes to its close, They rest in shadows, soft repose. No steps to learn, no rules to meet, Just love’s true dance beneath the sheets.” - Me

I’m looking for a lover that can take my breath away. Make love to me with your words and claims my heart and soul.