Red Satin Gloves

My skin feels like satin against the stone of you,

smooth as water on sand.

I glide over your flesh on winged fingertips,

leaving behind scented rose and goosebumps.

Shall love take credit for a touch so soft

that causes angels to shiver in fear?

No, my sweet...I'll give myself a hand of credit,

for the grip of satin on stone.