#eriotic

He slams into her,

each thrust a violent prayer,

their lips crash, biting, bruising

breath stolen, spit shared.

Eyes locked,

both drowning in the same unspoken hunger:

wreck me, ruin me, finish me.

No mercy, no pause,

only the savage rhythm

of two bodies trying

to break each other open

Your skin calls to me a hymn of temptation,

a pulse I cannot silence. It stains my breath,

haunts the cage of my restraint.

Each touch births fire, each kiss

a spark that devours reason.

I am undone, unbound,

a beast remembering its name.

I want it all

the surrender,

the burn,

the ache that makes me whole.

There is no hunger left to tame,

no god I still obey.

Only the wild in me,

and the scent of you

She is the one who completes you,

not just in need, but in every hidden ache of your soul.

She knows the desires you bury,

the fantasies you guard in silence.

Her mouth traces the edges of your want,

her tongue coaxing confessions from your skin.

Her fingers wander lower,

undoing you inch by inch,

claiming what you never dared reveal.

She takes her time

slow, deliberate, mercilessly tender

until every secret is laid bare,

Steam blinds the room, but not her eyes

locked on mine as she kneels,

skin slick, mouth open, a vessel of heat and hunger.

My fist knots in her hair, my hips drive the rhythm,

wet and ruthless,her throat surrendering,

her body shaking with it.

Each gag is fire, each gasp a plea for more,

and when she claws at my thighs,

I know she wants to be wrecked,

She melted under his touch,

every flicker of her face betraying desire.

Her body quivered with uncontained thrill,

Your ass is my altar.

I kiss, I gorge, I worship.

Your flesh burns me,

your curves poison me,

I crave like a madman.

You are sin,

you are god,

Never enough

Your skin beneath my lips

it’s not just softness,

it’s something that gives,

that answers,

that draws me back

before I’ve even left.

There’s a warmth there

subtle, living

and when I linger,

when my breath falls against you,

it deepens…

like you’re opening

just from being felt.

I take you in slowly

not just touch,

but scent,

the quiet trace of you

that settles into me

until I can’t tell

where you end

and I begin.

And it does something

something sharp,

something aching

like cold that burns

the longer you stay in it,

the kind you should pull away from…

but never do.

Because even the edge of you,

even the faintest brush,

is enough to set everything alive.

Skin against skin

barely there

just a whisper of contact,

just enough to feel

how easily we could lose control…

and that restraint

that almost

it’s unbearable.

Your nearness tightens around me,

like an embrace that holds too close,

steals the air from my lungs

and still I lean in further,

still I choose it.

Because this isn’t comfort.

It’s craving.

It’s the way every small touch

doesn’t quiet the hunger

it feeds it,

stretches it,

makes it stronger than before.

And now even the thought of you

your warmth,

your scent,

the way you respond

it lingers in me

like something unfinished…

something I keep returning to,

again and again,

knowing,