Poetry.
Random poem I found without an author...
Rapture
It starts at her toes
A soft tingle like pins and needles
It slowly creeps up her calves
going behind her knees to tickle her
just before tracing her thighs
running around her hips to fire her innermost desires
and then, her stomach twists and dives
what she feels is deep as it enters her lungs and crawls up her throat
It finally hits her head making her feel dizzy enough to faint
Rapture is its name
Rapture
It starts at her toes
A soft tingle like pins and needles
It slowly creeps up her calves
going behind her knees to tickle her
just before tracing her thighs
running around her hips to fire her innermost desires
and then, her stomach twists and dives
what she feels is deep as it enters her lungs and crawls up her throat
It finally hits her head making her feel dizzy enough to faint
Rapture is its name