Dreamtime

A mouth (teeth and tongue) latches onto my neck. 
The teasing muscle between lips soothes bite marks with delectable dexterity. 

I feel (rather than see) the naughty smile of this gentle lover in response to my clawing paws.
One hand splays along my cheek, then grabs dark tresses whilst the other roams southwards,
daring a touch in the underside of my quivering breast.

 I shall not utter my contentment...

A barely stifled moan. Another smile felt at the crook of my molested neck. This time triumphant.


Oh, gods.

I succumb to this frowned-upon sensuality. They (wooer, hands, teeth and tongue) conquer and map my homely body this night alone.

For the morrow might come with the aftershocks of regret.