Foreplay

In fantasies did I recall
Indulgences t'which we were bound
With silver draping o'er all
As lesser raiments took their fall
From softest skin to hardest ground

So twice an hour then was spent
On long and winding Pleasure's road
Of sight, of sound, of taste and scent
And slowest tease, refrain, torment
Until at last was touch bestowed

And O! What touch was placed on me!

That ripped me then from time and space
That I could scarce recall my name
Wrapped in warmest, wicked grace
As ev'ry shard fell into place
And burned away my mortal shame