Ouroboric Bliss

You've made me greedy—hungry, wild,
To chart your body, sweet and styled.
Supple curves that yield yet claim,

A sovereign force I cannot tame.

Your scent, your taste, a wicked spell,

A drug that drags me down to dwell.
I bite, I press, I thrust, I crave,

Lost in this storm where none behave.

Your hips defy; my fists demand,

A fierce possession, rough yet planned.
Desire erupts in sin’s delight,

Our limbs entangled through the night.

Spent and marked, our breaths collide,

Bare and blissful, side by side.
Power claimed, then gently shared,

Time fades — we’re unprepared.