Silent Stares, Burning Tension

She didn't touch me at first - she just looked.
A stare that undressed me slowly, like she already knew every inch of me.

I wasn't asking for love. I needed release, tension, control.
She gave me all of it - with her eyes, her hands, her rhythm.

This is sex, lust, poetry, and pain.
A story where feelings don't stay quiet.
Where I give in, give up, and still want more.

F/F. Mature. Real. Unfiltered.