My first attempt at sensual poetry (I hope so!) –
He bore his eyes into her skin.
She looked at him intently, her eyes lit up like they were on fire.
He watched the passion take its grip over her fingers,
the bones and veins that tried to make their way out of her skin.
She arched her head backwards.
A glistening bead of sweat travelled down her forehead and lost its way in the folds of her skin.
He knew she was close, her eyes spoke of it.
All at once she let out a scream to let him know it was done.
He watched the smile dance on her lips.
For she had held out the jar and its lid in both her hands.
“See, even women can open jars”, she mocked at him and laughed victoriously.