In their eyes, I drown, a captive of craving. Their touch, a whispered promise of surrender. I am undone, a thread of will snapped, leaving me helpless, a supplicant to their desire.

In the hollow of my chest, a craving stirs, a supplication to the shadows that bind us. Your name becomes my litany, a whispered plea that beckons the darkness to consume me, to consume us.

Your fingers brush mine, a spark of forbidden fire. In the darkness, hands speak a language that only the skin understands, a whispered promise of secrets and surrender.

In the shadows, your absence haunts me. A hollowed ache within, where longing festers like an open wound. Every whispered breath, a torment, reminding me of the forbidden touch that teases, yet remains forever out of reach.