Skin

Smooth, supple, tasty
A wonder to touch
And to bite
And look how she responds
When I touch her
She gasps,
She moans,
She fights.
Her pleasure, anticipation  
They build,
Consuming her soul with raw need.

With my hand I build it
Slowly, stroke by stroke.
And with my fingers, it heightens
Until my touch is all that she knows
Finally my tongue, it finds her,
And drives her straight towards the cliff
Then, like a torrent she goes,
Fast now, over the edge unto heaven.
An angel in orgasmic ecstasy
A goddess, if ever one was.

Flawless wonder, pale and perfect
My nails claw her,
And mark her.
Mine.

Hours pass, the night slides by.
My attention is forever captured,
By her wonderful,
Marvelous,
Skin