Percolated Charms

Noting, with certain pleasure, I divest
feelings given your generosity.
You percolate sensations in my breast  
Until I want to burst. You help me free  
My dreams and hopes and lusts. You so excite  
These further flows: confections that revive  
My blushing face. You seamlessly ignite  
This flushing countenance. I may survive  
Your teasing machinations; but your touch  
Is so electric I cannot endure  
More than this moment. Then, it is too much  
To take. So, I must flee or find a cure  
By fainting. As I tremble in your arms,  
You find divestment shows all of my  charms...