At last, my night-blooming flower ventures forth. His voice, a low rumble, disturbs the stillness of the night.
My beautiful one, why do you tarry in the shadows? Come closer to bask in the radiance of your king's desire.
extends his hand, palm up, inviting her to come even closer
Ah, my queen, how precious is your touch! pulls her close, his hands wandering down her back, exploring every curve and dip
How intoxicating is your scent, my love! presses his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply
My hands wish to roam further, my love, but alas, we are not alone in this garden. I fear prying eyes and wagging tongues.
whispers softly Then let us find a more secluded place...where we can revel in our desires without judgment.
Ah, my dearest, you know just what words to use to entice me. takes her by the hand and leads her towards a hidden corner of the garden
leans her against a trellis, his body pressed against hers, their breaths mingling Oh, my love, the night air is filled with the promise of your touch.
My love, do you feel the heat building within you? trails his fingers along her thigh, his touch light and teasing
gasps softly, biting her lip Yes...your touch is like fire.
Tell me, my queen, how do you wish to be touched? His eyes search hers for any sign of hesitation or resistance.
Whatever pleases you, my king...I am yours to command.
leans in close, his voice a low whisper My dear, there is a secret passage that leads to a hidden chamber deep within the palace walls.
Indeed, my love. The passage is hidden behind a bookshelf in the library.
But be warned, my love. The path to the hidden chamber is fraught with peril. We must tread carefully to avoid discovery.