She never tasted the warmth
of a man’s embrace,
Nor felt desire spark in a single gaze,
Until that night she found him there—
Older, with a presence that filled the air,
A power that drew her, steady and bold,
Irresistible, a story untold.
One glance, and her world began to shift—
This wasn’t just longing—it was a passionate gift.

The room was dim, thick with heat,
A tension that made her heart skip a beat.
A smile, a spark, a daring look,
And all her defences quietly shook.
She watched him move, every step a tease,
A promise wrapped in charm that aimed to please.
Her heart raced fast, her pulse in tune,
Drawn into a rhythm, beneath the moon.

That first night, tangled in the dark,
Her body ignited with each tender spark.
Every touch is a soft command,
Every breath an eager hand.
No thoughts of the past, no whispered lies,
Just the warmth of his skin, the fire in his eyes.
The curve of his lips, the taste of his kiss,
A need so deep, it felt like bliss.

With every caress, her past slipped away,
Like sugar melting in the heat of day.
The thrill of skin, the brush of hands,
The way their bodies moved in soft strands.
Her breath was stolen, her mind set free,
In his embrace, she found the key.
Every sigh, each moan he gave,
Was like a wave, a yearning to crave.

But this was more than just one night,
There was a bond, hidden from sight.
An...