In the dimly lit chamber of desire,
Where Beauty danced with Danger’s fire.
A demon of lust reared its head,
Temptation luring, darkness spread.
Innocence lost in the depths of sin,
Self-love tangled, a battle to win.
Exploration of bodies intertwined,
Imagination running wild, unconfined.
Her body arches in pleasure and pain,
As he moves in and out again.
Her cries of ecstasy fill the room,
As they dance in the throes of passion’s bloom.
He’s close, too close; she begs him to wait,
But he’s lost in the moment; he can’t hesitate.
He wants to release, to spill inside,
But she pleads with him, not to abide.
He tries to pull out, to honor her plea,
But she holds him tight; she wants it to be.
Her orgasm surges through her veins,
As she begs once more, but her voice strains.
She whispers, “Don’t cum inside,”
Begging for restraint, a dangerous tide.
His passion rising, a primal urge,
Her plea ignored, the demons surge.
“I’m cumming,” she moans in ecstasy’s trance,
Her body arching in sensual dance.
His touch igniting flames within her core,
As she trembles, yearning for more.
The scent of sex fills the forbidden air,
Sweat glistening in the devil’s lair.
Undeniable pleasure mingling with fear,
A culmination of desires near.
Her climax peaks as his release draws nigh,
“Don’t cum in me,” she pleads with a sigh.
He’s close; he can’t hold back no more,
As her body trembles and writhes in the throes.
She begs him not to release his seed,
But it’s too late, he can’t heed.
He gives in; her cries become his fuel,
As he pours inside, his passion rules.
Torn between rapture and morality’s call,
His essence spills deep, breaking down her wall.
She holds him tight, in a passionate embrace
As they both reach the peak in this passionate chase.
