Dark as the tide at night,
Black waves of hair spill in the low-lit light.
Gorgeous eyes like moonlit seas,
Holding fire, bending knees.

A will like iron, fierce and bold,
Yet melts to mine when fingers hold.
The weight of want, the silent plea,
A whisper falls—“Only me.”

Skin like silk, inked in lore,
Nautical maps to a hidden shore.
Sails unfurled, winds untamed,
But in my grasp, softly claimed.

Like the seas, she soaks my sheets,
Tangled waves in fevered beats.
Surging high with every tone,
Always making her surge and moan.

My touch, a spark, a tethered thread,
Goosebumps rise where nails have bled.
She arches, trembles, meets my pace,
A symphony of need and grace.

Yet in the hush, beyond the fire,
Lies a love that won’t expire.
Forehead kisses, hands entwined,
A passion deep, a home defined.