I stand in your doorway
The room, dim
Your back to me.
You are brushing your long mane of flowing auburn hair
moonlight through the window, your silhouette, a halo,
my angel.
Surely, you must hear my approach
Not my footsteps...
My heartbeat.
But, no.
I startle you.
Yes, my sweet Anne, I startle you.
Your brush stops
Motionless
Sensing my presence
Feeling my desire
You tense,
waiting.
I step closer,
Your presence now,
Intoxicating
Stillness
Silence.
Dizzy with enchantment
Drawn to you
To be close
To smell your fragrance.
The first touch.
Timid, forbidden.
A wisp of your hair on my face.
I part your tresses
exposing your neck
Your nape, uncovered
naked to my eyes.
Finally, finally
I close the final distance
a light touch of my lips
graces your neck.
My mouth explores,
Your back arches.
Stillness no longer
You turn to me
Our eyes meet.
The long anticipated moment
We savor the closeness, the distance between us slight
as I drink in your eyes.
To see your lips so close.
and now your fingers
Gently press
My neck.
Beckoning me to close the final distance.
Our mouths meet.
My hunger for you unleashed.
I press,
hard, male.
I fight my animal instinct
My impulse, my greed
to take you.
Gentle, gentle,
I force myself back.
Slow, tender
and the savoring
is sweeter yet.
Now, we part,
This time to play.
To explore.
Your eyes sparkle
A flirtatious laugh
Your darting, teasing tongue
plays in my mouth.
Uncovering you,
button by button,
Your blouse flutters to the floor
unhooking your bra
Your breasts, my chest
We lose ourselves in our contrasting sensuality
clothes, flesh
hardness, softness.
fingertips, lips.
I caress you, as you do me.
My passion unbridled
Wanting you completely.
And your willing surrender to me,
As I possess you
your hair
your skin
your mouth
luxuriating
smooth
warm
wet
you.