I am his submissive by conviction

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I am his submissive by conviction, for the pure pleasure it provokes in me, his touch, a whisper, a seduction, when with firmness, my soul runs wild.
The hands that run over my awakened skin, with the delicacy of a magical gesture, in each caress, passion is inserted, in his embrace I find my heaven and my rest.
Kiss by kiss, he loses himself in my pores, in that swaying of incarnated desires, in the rhythm of bodies, in sonorous whispers, our world is made in sacred instants.
His lips are rivers that flow unhurriedly, a deep journey that always calls me, in his skin melts my own breeze, and in his breath, the echo of my soul.
I am her submissive, and in this surrender, my heart beats to the beat of her song, for pure delight, life refuses, without fear, without doubt, in this enchantment.