Breathe The Air in

Let Air in. I want Air in. A deep satisfying breath of lust. Let Air in. I want Air in.

In the realm of elegant whispers and dreams,
Where desire weaves a tapestry, it seems,
Let us embark on a poetic refrain,
About a woman, who sparks passions untamed.

Fierce and bold, her spirit a divine fire,
She struts like a phoenix, her grace never tires,
Beneath the moon's soft glow, her beauty shines bright,
A celestial seductress, an aphrodisiac in the night.

Her eyes, the abode of galaxies unknown,
Holding secrets and desires, as yet unshown,
In their celestial depths, one could but surmise,
The clandestine lust that within them lies.

Her lips, rose petals moistened with gentle dew,
Whisper enchantments, promising a rendezvous,
Sweet, succulent, they part with a silent plea,
Drawing embers of longing, igniting ecstasy.

Her figure, crafted by an artist's careful hand,
With curves that arouse, tempestuous and grand,
A dance of pure temptation, as she moves with grace,
Drawing the echoes of my desire's embrace.

Her voice, a melody from celestial heights,
Like silk across skin, arousing dormant delights,
Decadent whispers, a symphony of delight,
Stirring the chambers of desire in the deep of night.

But through these lines, let it be understood,
That beauty and desire are not meant to intrude,
For in the realms of art, we tread with respect,
Honoring the essence, regardless of suspect.

Let the Air in, a woman of grace, and passions untamed,
In these verses, her allure forever remains,
A testament to the allure of the human heart,
And the poetic dance, where desires may start.