Cris Ray

 In shadows soft, where desire ignites,

Cris Rey moves with gentle might,
His touch like fire, his gaze so deep,
In every whisper, secrets keep.

His body close, a perfect blend,
Making me yearn, night won't end,
Strong sex appeal in every move,
A rhythm we share, a private groove.

Gentle caresses, wild hearts race,
In his arms, I find my place,
Cris Rey, you drive me to the brink,
Each night with you, I ache, I sink. 

Poet Penn T. Larena  2024