There’s a sensual rhythm that we often ignore, hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be explored. It’s more than just physical—it's about connecting with every part of ourselves. Can you feel that connection?
The notes I discover, beneath the silk covers.
All these octaves seamlessly blend together.
As the moonlight seeps through my window,
The gentle breeze flowing over my curves, slow.
The rhythm of my body—I feel the flow,
A whisper within that only I know.
My fingers glide like a feathery trace,
Awakening each vein in a soft embrace.
Back and forth, I move like waves,
Riding the crest of every crave.
Fluid, undulating, a gentle tide,
Where pleasure and pulse, effortlessly collide.
Sometimes, it's the quietest movements that tell us the most about who we are. How do you tune into your own rhythms, your own sensations?
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