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In The Stillness Of The Night

Two lovers prepare to intertwine, as time begins to fly. Their breath becomes a melody, a rhythm all their own skin on skin alone…

By Chuks Gad NwaigwePublished 2 months ago 2 min read
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In the calm time of the night, something wanna happen

In dusk's tender embrace, the ceremony begins,
As twilight surrenders to night, the dance of intimacy spins.

As evening shadows comes close, beneath a starlit sky,
Two lovers prepare to intertwine, as time begins to fly.

First, the cleansing waters cascade, a ritual of purity,
Bathing away the cares of the day, a sacred pointed ceremony.

With every drop that falls, tensions calmly fade,
In the quiet of the bathroom, serenity is made.

Smoothly scrubbed and renewed, skin soft as moonlight dew,
Wrapped in towels warm and snug, anticipation brews.

Pheew,

Next comes the tender grooming, a labor of love and care,
Trimming, primping, smoothing, preparing for what's rare.

Lotions, oils, fragrant potions, applied with tender touch,
Each scent a silent promise, of the passion yet to clutch.

Clothed in silken robes, adorned with whispers of desire,
The journey to the bedroom, fueled by flames that never tire.

In the dim glow of candlelight, shadows dance and sway,
Echoing the movements of two hearts, beating in syncopated play.

Time becomes a fleeting ghost, as kisses softly land,
Exploring every inch of skin, with gentle, yearning hands.

With every touch, every caress, the tension slowly grows,
Until it's but a whisper, lost in the throes.

Uhm,

And as the clock strikes midnight, and the world outside stands still,
Two bodies merge as one, in a symphony of will.

In the hush of the night, beneath the velvet sky,
Two souls find solace in each other, as time slips quietly by.

In the stillness of the room, passion ignites like fire,
As they lose themselves in each other, their deepest desires.

Their breath becomes a melody, a rhythm all their own,
As they explore the depths of love, in a dance unknown.

Skin against skin, hearts beating in tandem,
Their bodies entwined, lost in the grandeur of abandon.

Whispers of sweet nothings, like silk upon the air,
Intertwined fingers, tracing paths without a care.

Each touch is electric, sending shivers down the spine,
As they revel in ecstasy, a feeling so divine.

Time becomes a blur, as they surrender to the night,
Lost in the embrace of passion's sweet delight.

Their love knows no bounds, no limits to explore,
In this intimate dance, they find forevermore.

And as the dawn begins to break, painting skies anew,
They lie together, basking in the afterglow's gentle hue.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they find solace in the dawn,
Knowing that together, they'll face whatever may come.

For in this sacred moment, in the stillness of the night,
They've found the truest real meaning of love's eternal light.

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Chuks Gad Nwaigwe

I'm minimalist. I’m loyal to my subscribers who love my stories. I love solving problems, entertaining and smashing nipples — that's why I write about interesting stories that could thrill your feelings without remorse.

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  • Manisha Dhalani2 months ago

    Sensual. Nice writing.

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