My woman's pleasure

A blush creeps up, a nervous thrill, Anticipation, senses fill. Not the usual path, a different way, A journey to pleasure, where new sensations lay. A delicate dance, trust is key, Surrendering control, wild and free. A tightness embraced, a stretching deep, Breath catching softly, secrets to keep. Pressure mounting, a unique sensation, Pleasure entwined with slight trepidation. A rhythm established, slow and then fast, Each thrust building, a feeling to last. Not the gentle sway of a familiar touch, But a deeper connection, oh so much. A primal response, a hidden desire, Igniting a flame, setting my soul on fire. Moans escape, a symphony of bliss, In this taboo embrace, I can't resist. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, In this forbidden pleasure, I'm finally free. A release so intense, a shuddering sigh, In the aftermath, contentment does lie. A bond created, intimate and raw, Leaving me wanting, begging for more.

the late Sharon Tate