I
And the world felt strangely still.
The silence of the movement
About her was surreal.
She looked about
In wide-eyed wondered.

II
I want to probe
You with my tongue,
Taking a cool lick
Of gray brain matter
Salty like your skin in the sun,
Your shoulder warm.
Your intellect thrills me
As much as your taste
And the thought of you inside me.

III
Warm caress of breasts pressed tight
To a warm mouth and the back of your neck
Soft where my fingertips hold you.
Stop me now because I refuse to stop myself.

IV
Too late, the fall is here.

V
Artist: The Mavericks
Album: What a Crying Shame
Song: O What a Thrill