Kama - Verses of Enigma

My beloved, don’t suppress your desires, let the inner river flow freely. Desire is not a trespass but a garden, roots deep in the earth, blossoms opening to light. Touch me there, where thought melts into pulse, where breath becomes a soft confession. Naughty is my nature, playful is my nature, let’s play, your hand in mine. That gaze feels magnetic, that slow bite on the lip, a naughty smile. Touch me there, touch me here, seduce me, lingerie or a dance?