Love in Parseltongue

Sips of sweet sangria speed the shift in senses
Sibilant sighs spill across satin sheets and silken skin
She shivers at the sound, slips loose of last pretenses
Sensing, then sure that she’ll see stars again

(OctPoWriMo 2019, Day #7, prompt: tongue, tasting, speaking, Suggested style: tongue-twister. Tongue-twisters are really hard! This is as close as I could get.)