The Skin You’re In

A little limerick today. I find myself reading it like a naughty leprechaun.

It began with a glance

Merely a happenstance

The first time I saw your skin

It caught my eye

The glimpse of your thigh

Now I want it to happen again

Watching you move

It looks incredibly smooth

Soft, supple, and taut

All that I wonder 

Is sliding my hand under

Fingers commence onslaught

Nose on your neck

Allows me to check

Utterly intoxicating whiff

Your skin’s scent 

Is heavenly sent

Think I’ll have another sniff

Sight, scent, and feel

Still uncertain it’s real

This skin you’re currently in 

In a moment of haste

I attempt to taste

Adrenaline surge begins

Lavishing your taste

Hands gripping your waist

Committing mortal sin 

Squeezing and gripping

Teeth tearing and ripping

Consuming this skin you’re in