Eyelashes brushing naked skin,
raising thoughts of original sin,
prickled flesh and pleasant moans,
ruby lips with dulcet tones.

Breathing changing to a rapid pace,
fingers dance the edges of lace,
strings and clasps slowly untied,
only yes's will be cried.

Affirmations as I draw a line,
with my finger dipped in wine,
following it with a dripping tongue,
a mighty gasp, as if stung.

Shocked just like an electric spark,
neurons firing in the dark,
sending stimulations of pleasure
feelings to be always treasured.