In the dance of passion, my curves command attention,
Hips swaying like waves in a rhythmic ascension.
A symphony of movement, a tantalizing trace,
Worship my hips and waist; embrace the grace.
In the soft curve of my waist, a secret whispered sigh,
A delicate invitation, a promise to comply.
Every motion a testament, every sway a song,
A melody of desire all night long.
My hips, a temple of sensuality,
A shrine to worship, a place of finality.
In their gentle sway, a story unfolds,
Of passion untamed, of secrets untold.
So come close, feel the rhythm, let your hands explore,
My hips and waist, a sacred lore.
In the dance of love, let your heart be swayed,
Worship my hips and waist in the night's serenade.
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How Love Speaks: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis collection of love poetry book is a heartfelt journey through love's many stages and forms. From the giddy excitement of new romance to the comfort and familiarity of long-term commitment, these poems capture human connection's beauty, joy, and...
