The Dance of Passion

In her private sanctuary, she steps with desire,
A whisper of anticipation, a soul on fire.
With trembling hands, she removes each layer,
Her breath shallow, her heart's need clearer.

Her reflection reveals the beauty she bears,
A dance of passion, her spirit declares.
With fingers tracing curves, her heart awakes,
A gentle caress, her soul it takes.

Her breath hitches, her body trembles,
A symphony of pleasure, her senses assemble.
With each touch, her passion ignites,
A flame that burns, a soul's delights.

Her hips sway, her breath quickens,
As she succumbs to the pleasure beckons.
In this moment, her heart listens,
To the inner dance, her spirit christens.

The orgasm nears, her body shaking,
Sensations overwhelming, her spirit taking.
A wave of heat, a soulful quake,
As her body trembles, her spirit awake.

Her eyes closed tight, she surrenders all,
To the sweet release, her body’s call.
A body quivering, her soul soars high,
As her spirit flies, to the sky.

And then, the moment she's been waiting for,
The release, her body's sweet encore.
A wave of bliss, a soulful cry,
As her spirit ascends, her heart high.

In this act of self-love, she finds her peace,
A journey of passion, her soul's release.
With the aftermath of her orgasm's bliss,
A newfound strength, her soul's abyss.

A burst of pleasure, a flood of delight,
As her body quakes, her spirit takes flight.
In a squirting orgasm, a release so grand,
As her soul takes flight, in ecstasy's command.