First comes a smile.
A transcendental rapport.
Anticipation.
Each curve, a celebration
A spark of light creating
A silhouette of the female figure
Growing closer until the light
Is no more.
The scent, the sweetness,
The lightest touch of bare skin.
A pour of resinous substance,
So cloying as it drapes your
Lips and into your mouth.
The shivers and goosebumps
Whilst a chestnut river
Slides down an anxious
And supple breast.
An almost inaudible moan
Appears without warning
As the body trembles with chills.
The sliding substance winds its
Way down further to the most
Sensitive of all places.
Electricity.
The impasse of pleasure and pain
No longer exists.
Futile resistance disappears.
Give in to the chaos, the disorder,
The mess.
Freeing.
Animal.
Turn the bottle over, no more
Shame or worry.
Enveloping every strand of hair,
Every eyelash, every pore of skin.
Dripping as dew glowing in the sun.
Eyes muddled seeing more than
What was possible before.
Unabashed, untamed.
Caress the now warmed, fresh slickness.
And release.