Intimacy grew after a second fine Merlot,

needing no invitation to unfurl the sacred flower, petal by petal.

Delicately exploring the hallowed depths, with patient anticipation.

Then it appeared, my hidden treasure, sacrosanct by design.

Arousing unbridled curiosity in me, rising above my wildest expectation.

Alas, the sleeping serpent stirs, waking you up inside.