"Sensations"
Sweetness drips from my nectar
A dew upon your parched lips
A stroke across my back
A moan deep from the abyss of my soul

A caress over my hipbone,
Towards the softness of my inner thighs
A primal urge to own you
To touch you’re being, to understand your needs

Hand to your heart beating
Your rhythm to life
A vibration towards what may come
Lack of discipline, a temptation for the now