Between one sigh and the next, your gestures lit the darkness where my desire slumbered. You didn't appear, you emerged like a slow fire that consumes unhurriedly. Your every movement was a heated verse, and I, thirsting for every syllable of your body, lost myself in the rhythm of your gaze that said more than words ever could. The night became an accomplice. And there, between restrained moans and suggested touches, you led me, firm, gentle, like someone who mastered the art of being both sin and paradise. It wasn't just pleasure. It was a dive with no return into an ocean of you, where your every curve was a compass, every smile a sentence. You possessed the moment with an intensity that made time forget to pass. In the end, only shivers remained. You are the rare kind of woman who feels with the soul and whom the body never forgets.