My hand flows down your soft, rippleless cheek
Like a waterfall merging with the creek.
From those savory lips, I beg a taste.
I have a particular appetite
A desire that only you can sate.
Oh, the things I would love to do to you—
Carnal things that could be seen as taboo.
Hands fall to your neck, sit as a necklace.
A choker, if that’s your preference. Trying
To restrain myself—becoming restless.
Patiently passionate, taking my time.
A pleasurable chill quakes up your spine.
Our fingers fitfully intertwined.
Hearts synchronized—beating at the same time.