Intoxicated by the hard chiseled lines of your body.
Lewdly I draw a finger across the steady beat
that drums beneath your chest.
Delicate touches drift to the pulse point at your throat.
Fingers fan out.
Provoking the growl that resides within.
My touch becomes familiar,
Each dip is memorized.
Valleys, ridges are mapped with precision.
Such exquisite delight is taken at the response of actions and reactions.
Languid temptations becoming tatters of clothes left strewn along the erotic
landscape of uncharted territory.