As the hair rises on your neck
You think, “O what the heck!”
Then your blood begins to warm
It’s like honey bees in a swarm –
Your pupils start to enlarge . . .
Like a bull beginning to charge!
Then your mouth becomes dry
Your every emotion wants to cry –
Muscles begin to feel tight . . .
But now you’re too weak to fight!
It’s as though your skin is on fire
You’re over taken by desire . . .
Unknowingly the sheets are wet
A moment you will never regret!
Epaphroditus© April 17, 2024
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