At first, a little distraction -
attention, for a moment, diverted
by a sensation, so delicate, warm, enticing;
bestirring, arousing from deep, within the depths
of our natural beings, of our consciousness.
Ah, feel it now, flickering, tickling, licking
that which to public eye, is private; sacred -
invading our secret places - evoking
not protest but pleasure that's lovely, delightful.
Oh, this tongue so hot and glowing; how it licks -
come, ignite, set alight;  consume one by one,
the cords of restraint from our carnal desires.
Oh feel it now, the mounting heat; feel it arising
from deep, deep within, all over, all around.
Walls of shame, cracking, falling, melting
into liquid desire - into, first, a trickle, a flow
then a river, a torrent; our fleshly chambers
of delicious, carnal lust; swelling, hardening;
passion now aflame, standing bold, defiant,
amidst the wondrous fire, stript and naked
borne upon the rising, urging river of passion;
sweeping over  into sweet, tumbling immolation.
Ooohhh! Such ecstasy! Such lascivious agony!
FUCK ME!  I URGE YOU! CONSUME ME!