Electric shock of raging storm,
Soft caress of gentle rain,
Summer sun, just there to warm,
Or subtle breeze on country lane;

All together, my senses, wracked
How could it cause so much?
Many sensations carefully stacked
Within a woman’s touch.

Sensations made so infinite
At the hands of one so nimble,
Tracing figures so delicate
As to cause the skin to tingle.

Pulse drives within my breast,
Faster and higher it races.
With her hand on my chest
From my mind, all thought she chases

Feathery dance of finger tips,
And fire burns in her eyes.
I’ve found heaven in her lips,
This Goddess in a woman’s guise.