Intimate Rhythms

She fucks him, he fucks her,
Bodies intertwined, no longer separate.
Fingers tracing skin, igniting fire,
Their passion burning, they can't satiate.

Passion ignites between these two,
As they give in to their primal cue.
She fucks him with intense desire,
He responds with a burning fire.

They fuck with reckless abandon,
No rules, no boundaries, just pure desire.
Cocks and cunts, their only language,
As they reach new heights, the flames grow higher.

Their bodies grind and move as one,
Exploring each other until they're done.
His cock, hard and throbbing inside,
Her cunt, wet and tight, ready to ride.

She rides him, he thrusts deep,
Their movements fluid, in a sensual sweep.
Orgasms building, with each passing stroke,
Their bodies in sync, a passionate cloak.

He flips her over, takes her from behind,
Her moans growing louder, her pleasure entwined.
Their bodies moving, in a perfect rhythm,
Each thrust bringing them closer to their primal kingdom.

Their moans and cries, a symphony,
A rhythm of pleasure, a melody of lust.
Grinding against each other, bodies moving,
In perfect sync, they both entrust.

Moans and groans fill the air,
As they lose themselves without a care.
Their pleasure builds with each thrust,
As they give in to their carnal lust.

Orgasms come in waves and waves,
As they ride the highs and fall into the caves.
Cumming and cumming, they can't get enough,
Their bodies shaking, in each other they trust.

Squirting and sweating, they embrace,
In a tangled mess, they find peace.
Their bodies still humming with pleasure,
As they lay in each other's release.

For in this act, they find solace,
In each other's arms, they find home.
In the midst of passion and pleasure,
They have found a love that has grown.

In this narrative of passion and lust,
Their love-making, a passionate must.
For she fucks him, he fucks her,
And together they fuck, in a love that's pure.