Rough Pleasure.

Like a spider,
you will not see me coming.
I go up on you
to kiss delicately tough like a dream
And there is a chance it might be a dream
of yours or not, it does not bother me.
It will be done as you adore,
and suddenly, you are feeling it.
You will respond in pleasure,
stopping the thoughts in your head.
Something comes up
and it is not just the temperature.
I whisper on your ear:
'I like it rough'
I leave you in shivering,
and you will not see it coming.

and I disappear,
as a moth in the night.