“Step by step, the rhythm ignites, A fire burns beneath dim lights. You lead, I yield, a game, a claim, Whispered orders stoke the flame.

Your grip is firm, your voice commands, My body answers, obeys your hands. A push, a pull, the sweetest sting, I shiver beneath the power you bring.

Each motion speaks of lust, of need, A primal rhythm, you plant the seed. I arch, I bow, your perfect muse, Bound by trust, yet free to choose.

The sway of hips, the pull of skin, This is where the dance begins. Your dominance, my soft reply, Together we rise, we burn, we fly.

A sinful waltz, a heady haze, Lost in this carnal, tangled maze. In every step, our hunger grows— A dance of shadows no one knows.”

This is not my best work and it feels a bit risqué. But I’m waiting to find you, by candlelight in the dark. Will you keep me waiting?