In the realm of poetic grace, I'll strive,
To express desires with words that thrive.
Yet, let us tread with respect and care,
For beauty lies in the way we share.

Fair muse, with elegance that does enthrall,
I yearn to be your humble cushion, small.
To feel your presence, a delicate embrace,
As you bless my visage with gentle grace.

In whispered sighs, let passion intertwine,
As our souls dance, a symphony divine.
With tender touch, let ecstasy arise,
As we explore the depths where pleasure lies.

But let us remember, dear heart, I plea,
That consent and respect are the roots of this tree.
For in the realm of love, trust must reside,
To ensure our desires harmoniously coincide.

So, if your heart echoes this fervent plea,
To share an intimate moment, wild and free,
Let us embark on this journey, hand in hand,
With trust and passion, like shifting sand.

For in the realm of love, where desires bloom,
May our connection transcend any earthly gloom.
And as we explore the realms of sweet embrace,
May our souls find solace, in this sacred space.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 924 AF.