My touch like snow
It revels your skin
Robs you of breath
Has your equilibrium in a spin
It happens at dusk
when the sun dips low
The air becomes frigid
yet my blood begins to flow
I am the hunter
I come for your soul
Obliterating my defences
taking full control
You have to let it happen
I know you need it so
With my every command
your back arches high
your hips sway
Your breasts tremble
neck exposed to the sky
Thighs parted
hands bound
feet secured tight
In this dark dance
Where our passions
take flight
My dominance unfolds
playful yet intense
a sensual exploration
where pleasure makes sense
Your body yields
your bountiful breasts
pressed against my chest
as our desires ignite
with unbridled lust
In this primal and
passionate quest
