Iambic Pentameter

He wants me available and ready
Noticing secret, feminine details
Rewind, from behind, wicked and steady
Goddess he whispers ultimate female
Eight hundred count sheets protect like armor
A heated equation: flesh and cotton
Exposed but getting tender and warmer
Fear of the forbidden is forgotten
Who is this man who brings me such pleasure?
Elegant fingers, profane attraction
Craves and wants me more than he can measure
His obsession completes the transaction
Adoration and infatuation
Slower I whisper opening my eyes
His laugh is an erotic libation
Answered question, necessary sunrise