Touching my shoulder, a soft gliding down my arm, and shivers erupt,
My skin tingles, as the fingertips draw back up.

This time, they flow down my back,
What can I do? My body reacts,

I exhale, and my heart begins to race,
As they search around my waist, pausing to make a hip trace,

I explode inside, my head turns each way, slow,
Caught in the rapture, of a magic show,

My teeth bite my low lip, and I promise not to moan,
Even if I don’t, the expression shown,

I melt to the attention, rolling on my thigh,
My eyes squint shut, surely I will die,

If one more thing, happens to me,
Please, please, stop touching sensually,

I can’t even breathe, I can’t relax,
I’m all worked up,

Believe me,

I can’t relax.