Chills meander down my spine
A wetting of the lips
A pile of horripilation

my waist locked,
from your touch
skin to skin
body to body

Warmth calming my nerves
your tongue strokes down my navel
and I could only whisper
breathlessly, mouth dried

Nails dipping into you
Fists clamp
legs locked around your waist

giving up my all
no dignity
just pain and pleasure
sighs of pleasure
A turmoil of emotions
An outburst it is.
Hey, you're up!
© Essie