Now that the red sea has parted, a primal urge has started. Your scent pulls me into flame, and I forget my rightful name. Tongues explore with hungry grace, hands map out your every place. My thighs invite, you delve in deep, where secrets stir and pulses leap. Moans rise like worship in the air, bodies tangled, skin laid bare. Each thrust a promise, slow then fast, 'til both surrender to the blast. No shame, no sin, just aching bliss, sealed in sweat and one long kiss.