In the quiet room, desire takes hold,
The vibrant water drops, warm and bold.

My mind is filled with thoughts of you,
As we begin a journey, passionate and new.

In the dim-lit chamber, you beckon me near, Our desires converge, dispelling any fear.

As I hold you close, I lose myself,
Sensations overwhelming, like a book on a hidden shelf.

Our inhibitions vanish, illusions fade away, Whispers and gasps, as we explore and play.

No hesitations, no insecurity to bind,
Our bodies and souls in passion entwined.

As I touch your skin, it ignites the flame,
In the garden of pleasure, we embrace our new name.

Time loses meaning in our fervent desire,
In this intimate moment, our souls catch fire.
© L.B Rheaven