Oh, how I want

Oh, how I want

you.

Stripped naked

so I can cover you with

my hands, my body

my mouth.

Oh, how I want

to trace each line of

your body,

feeling you

shiver,

feeling you

relax under the touch

of my fingers,

of my

tongue.

Oh, how I want to

hear the

sharp intake of breath

as I lean in covering

your mouth with my own,

to feel your lips

pressed against mine,

drawing you in to the warmth

of my mouth,

deeper and closer.

Oh, how I want

to taste every last

part of you,

to touch you,

hold you

and feel you as

I devour.

Tangling in a closeness

of a passionate

kiss.

Oh, how I want YOU.

Hands

You know what your hands do to me.  Already.

How I long for them to touch every inch of me.  No lips, no tongue.  Just your hands. 

To feel your fingertips as they caress softly.  Your whole hand as it gathers my breasts and squeezes. 

You could touch me this way for hours. 

Time was lost

I led next to you watching you sleep.

Your eyes rapidly moving behind

tightly closed eyelids

Were you dreaming?

I watched the rise and fall of your chest

with each intake of breath.

Our bodies pressed together.

Am I over you or are you over me?

Fingertips caressing the contour of your body,
Tracing lines, memorising every touch

and learning of those spots that
make you smile and laugh.  That

make you shiver. That make you aroused.

Teasing of lips as they brush one

another gently, softly, fervently.
Moments passed into minutes. As minutes

turned into hours.  As time was lost.