In the hush of her sacred sanctuary,
A whisper of desire, a feverish yearning.
Her pulse thunders, a wild, primal rhythm,
As primal urges stir, passion's hymn.

Unbidden, vivid images flood her mind -
His lips devouring her neck, possessive and kind.
She imagines his tongue tracing her curves,
A sensual exploration that ignites and unnerves.

A soft moan escapes her trembling lips,
As the memory of his hands on her skin grips.
She pictures his fingers, calloused and rough,
Firmly kneading her flesh, a touch never enough.

A hidden, hallowed space, a well of longing,
A rushing river, a secret, sensual belonging.
The wetness blossoms, a lush, tender bloom,
A scorching heat that spreads, a carnal room.

She feels the slick, silky arousal coating her folds,
A testament to the desire that steadily unfolds.
Trembling fingers trace a desperate dance,
Mapping every curve, a frantic rhythm's chance.

She thinks of his cock, rigid and thick,
Plunging into her, the sensation so slick.
Her nipples harden, aching to be touched,
As the intensity builds, her body craves so much.

Her body quivers with unbridled desire,
As the pace builds swiftly, a blazing, hungry fire.
She craves the ravenous hunger in his gaze,
His eyes drinking her in, a savage, primal craze.

The searing recollection inflames her very core,
Desire surging, an insatiable need for more.
She imagines him pinning her down with brute force,
Pounding into her, a relentless, primal course.

With each scorching caress, her body awakens,
A symphony of flesh, where wanton lust strengthens.
Her clit, a swollen rose, engorged and aching to swell,
A secret garden, where her darkest passions dwell.

Her muscles slowly tense, coiling like springs,
As the intensity mounts, pleasure's siren song sings.
She moans, long and low, as the tide crests and bounds,
A rising, relentless wave, where ecstasy abounds.

She thinks of his lips sucking her sensitive bud,
Tongue lashing, the sensation like a tidal flood.
Her breaths turn ragged, a sweet, desperate refrain,
As the consuming ecstasy, she can't begin to contain.

Her limbs tremble, wracked with tremors of bliss,
As flashes of their feral coupling, skin on skin, persist.
Her mind is lost in this carnal, ecstatic dance,
A savage waltz of lust, a primal, sensual trance.

She envisions his thick shaft plunging into her wet heat,
The delicious friction, a symphony so complete.
The pace accelerates, a frenzied, frantic race,
Hurtling towards the orgasm's blissful, shattering crest.

She imagines him plunging into her drenched, yearning heat,
Filling her completely, the sensation so slick and sweet.
She pictures his thick, rigid shaft sliding in with ease,
Stretching her walls, her body eagerly trying to please.

The delicious friction as he withdraws, then drives back in,
Stoking the flames of pleasure, a carnal, primal din.
Her hips buck and grind, chasing the rising tide,
Fingers quickening, a desperate, frenzied pace.

She envisions his hips pistoning, the relentless, pounding rhythm,
Her walls clenching, fluttering, milking him, desperate to finish.
The image of his glistening cock plunging into her core,
Coated in her arousal, drives her senses wild, demanding more.

She thinks of the way he fills her, the sublime, ecstatic ache,
As he hits that sweet spot, making her nerves ignite and quake.
And then, a force she can no longer restrain,
A gush, a gushing release, her soul unbound, untamed.

Her whole body trembles, wracked with ecstatic spasms,
As a flood of bliss bursts forth, drenching her in orgasmic bliss.
She tries to hold back, to prolong the sweet sensation,
But the release is too powerful, beyond her own volition.

Her muscles contract and flutter, gripping and pulsing,
As the liberating torrent streams down her trembling thighs.
A testament to passion's primal, mighty sway,
A solo dance, a wondrous, rapturous sight to behold.

She surrenders to the riptide of pleasure, no longer in control,
As wave after wave of euphoria consumes her, body and soul.
In this open, sacred space, she finds her truth,
A journey of self, a rediscovered, feral youth.

Her body's temple, a hallowed, exalted place,
A sanctuary, her heart's primal embrace.
She revels in the power of her own touch,
A goddess reborn, her desires unleashed, unbound.

Even as the climax subsides, she craves more,
Reluctant to let go of this blissful, carnal war.
And in the quiet aftermath, a serene refrain -
A whisper of desire, a secret story again.