Please…
Nervous anticipation mixes with hopeful delight,
cherishing that anxious giddyness causing aortic
gymnastics and a benign percussive arrhythmia.
Clothes slowly exiled to their untidy piles as glazed eyes
gaze unfocused from breast, to thighs, to mouth.
Hazel eyes devour my soul as skin and skin meet for the first time
reacquainting memories of one another from dreams before they ever met.
Lips collide and savor, sliding from mouth to neck to breast, feverously inflaming each others desires and evoking hidden fantasies.
Briefly detaching I survey her undulating wantonness.
Eyes glide across smooth supple skin, hesitating at perky globes heaving,
now faster as the slopes give way to a smooth hourglass valley and the final slow curve
towards the inviting finish line.
One touch from hand to thigh causes tremors, hands explore skin begging for caress.
At last, bodies joined
learning each others needs and responding in a language communicated by touch, taste, and caress
until achieving a mystic rhythm only two can know.
Tremors become earthquakes as reality is suspended - time frozen.
Nothing exists except each others desires and needs.
Arousal overriding all modesty and inhibitions
escalating into a crescendo of hyper-stimulation.
The world explodes and disintegrates in an instant of joy. Exhausted bodies rejoice as waves of rapture flood, overwhelm, and renew their souls.
