Fingertips trace the outline of my body
Little hairs rise with anticipation:

Sure hands grip my thighs
Truly unable to contain my sighs
Nails leaving their mark as they descend
My composure is nothing but pretend

Staring into burning eyes
Feeling my pulse rise
The whimper escapes my lips
as I buck up my hips…

Your touch makes me long for more
Shaking my foundations to the core
I pull your face to mine
Letting our bodies touch and intertwine.

Feeling your lips on my skin
This is where all the sin begin
With such tenderness, you bite my lip,
Taking a long and burning sip.

Our bodies pull together like two magnets
Spiralling down into the blackness
Your tongue replace your fingertips
Sucking on me with your lips

I’m a willing prisoner of your power
Submitting to you every hour…
With heightened senses, I now know,
Floating in my afterglow,

Your touch will forever be etched in my mind
The experience, truly one of a kind
Your touch seared into my flesh, so deep
Succumbing to the twilight sleep.