She felt a hand caress her breast In rhythm to her sighs, And send sharp quivers through her soul And shivers though her thighs. Then feeling thrusting deep within, She bucked and moaned and cried, And gripped the hand upon her breast To hold it firm and still. She felt a kiss just touch on her lips, Another on her neck, And then sharp teeth caress her ear, And bring her to the edge, As thrusts below took on a life Which blotted out the world As touch and sight became confused And time began to break Into sharp rising pulses of her soul, Which changed her thrashing ride To arch her back to meet each pulse, And hold it till it died, Until at last, the world returned, And she could breathe again, And feel a hand caress her breast In rhythm to her sighs.