Bolero of Body

[mo****]

When you still your mind,
your body hums a forbidden melody,
its primordial cravings pulsing
in brazen, unyielding whispers.
The conscious self,
chained to the day’s restless fray,
grips at fleeting thoughts—
a veil of worldly restraint.
Yet as you close your eyes,
your inner self surges,
its searing gaze burning through
the fragile shell of your outer mask.
This shift, a fierce, costly surrender
casts aside the mind’s weary tether
for the *** tide’s insatiable hunger.
Sensations fuse into one,
a throbbing pulse deeply aching
like a lover’s unspoken vow
that remains forever kept,
rising to seize a steaming breath.
Guided by this inner oracle,
like a boiling geyser the self erupts.
A roll resonates, grounding you,
its pitch pure, it's ring true,
tuned to the primal thrum of the cosmos.
In that indigo heat of your spiritual core,
a pulse ignites, flaring awake,
its silvery gaze slices through shadows,
binding desire at the wrists,
wrapping it at knees,
and joining them together
with a taut, silken cord,
restraining its ability to hide,
unveiling truths the day dares not touch.
From your core, you summon power,
and a velvet moan rises, then trembles...
words carved in you deeper than your bones
spill free, dripping down your throat,
It's warm liberation Inspiring a sacred chant,
a proclamation of your rawest self,
sung with ***less, glowing truth.
Your heart, which once ached, now races,
strumming chords of ancient fires,
secrets bared in daylight
in the fevered tides of your breath,
are given berth to roam freely for a spell,
melding spirit to flesh with insatiable devotion.
Deep in your gut, a primal growl churns
bass lines of golden, existential passion,
drawing you to your own rightful inferno.
From your foundation, a molten hymn rises...
the root of your being, built for
anchoring you to this earth’s pulse.
Its volume surges into a siren’s seduction,
piercing the air from between your thighs,
a fierce longing to shatter its silent exile.
Each note spins desire’s fevered dance,
entwining your truth directly into my pulse.
You know what you crave, bold in its desire
chasing seduction, pining for a primal pursuit.
Beaming arcs of electricity spark,
dancing their chaotic blaze,
as you become the song itself...
a melody unbound by inhibition,
a tempo of conviction strengthened by devotion,
a beautiful harmony that actualizes
when darkened desires are at last
alight with life’s eternal flame.

[ro****]

I'm ravished