ectasy

In the cool of the evening breeze,
A woman's sensuality does tease.
Her skin, like petals soft and warm,
Invites touches that set her heart aflame.

With hips that sway in gentle rhythm,
She moves with grace, her beauty primed.
The rise and fall of her breasts,
An invitation to taste the sweet nectar within.

Eyes that glow like molten gold,
Burn bright with passion untold.
Each glance, a promise kept,
As she yields to the depths of her desires unveiled.

Her lips, a perfect shade of rose,
Part to whisper words that seal their bond.
Tongues entwine, hearts beat as one,
In this moment, they are truly undone.

Oh, the ecstasy of the female form,