The door exhales—my shadow glides,
Through candlelight where want resides.
A hush of steam, a beckoning mist,
Your silhouette—a whispered twist.
The droplets dance on trembling skin,
A siren’s hymn calls me within.

The silver stream seduces air,
It licks your curves with liquid flair.
Your hands, they roam, they beg, they tease,
They trace the ghosts of fantasies.
A moan is born where echoes melt,
A fevered pulse, a touch unfelt.

Fingertips weave through waves of heat,
Where silk and skin in passion meet.
Your back—arched moons in rippling tide,
My lips, they drown where pleasures hide.
A gasp, a shudder, walls that weep,
We break, we bloom, we fall, we leap.

The night uncoils in liquid lace,
Where hunger hums in hollow space.
The pressure peaks, the body pleads,
A fire fed by primal needs.
Through dripping breaths and tangled moans,
We lose ourselves in aching tones.

And when the tide at last subsides,
The silence sways, the storm abides.
Your arms, they bind, they whisper stay,
As time dissolves in lover’s sway.
The water hums, the echoes cease,
And tangled souls collapse in peace.