WINGED BEAUTY

Her voice, a sultry sigh that stirs the soul,
A velvet touch that takes complete control.
It speaks of secrets, whispered in the night,
A love that burns with fierce and flickering light.

But love's sweet song finds echo in her touch,
Two hands that move, a language known too much.
They trace desire on skin, like wings of flame,
A whispered promise, whispered by your name.

With fingertips that dance and softly roam,
They chart a course that leads you safely home,
To realms of pleasure, where your senses soar,
Her touch, a map, to explore and ask for more.

So let her voice ignite a fiery spark,
A smoldering ember, burning in the dark.
And in her hands, surrender all control,
Lost in a love that claims your very soul.