Bubbling Bottle

A warm tingling,

crawling up your spine,

yelling in your ears, your heart,

your mind,

and it keeps calling;

every part of your body,

a tense, hot, sizzling touch,

of your skin, yearning,

burning, soft lips leaning so close,

fingers curling, twitching,

sighing, and incessant noise ringing,

screaming, as you gaze into their eyes;

a coarse heat clumping in your throat,

keeping you entranced, captured,

wanting them now; forever.