Anticipation

The anticipation of our touch
the taste of your lips makes me want
to lick you from head do toe
the aroma of your essence drives me wild….
Caressing, fondling, nibbling
Is this really happening?
Your soft, taut body beacons for my attention
I want to hold, possess, enclose
your being and emotions
I kiss you deeply, passionately and full of desire
You, like me know what I want
I brush against you and feel your
hardness, a moan escapes
And a fire deep within roars
Your lips soft as velvet envelop my breasts
Sucking, licking, gently biting
My softness is calling, begging,
needing you inside
Your fingers dip into a waterfall of juices
and my fire has been shared
You enter me tenderly but with purpose,
I arch my back and catch the wave
That you are already on
Our pace quickens and the fire
is at its hottest temperature our
meltdown is inevitable
You grab me and hold me close
I want you deeper touching my soul,
Tasting my heart and embracing my thoughts,
I call your name and your thrusts intensify
the curve of your ass, the bend in your back,
the wavering muscles in your thighs
I look into your eyes and beg for release,
your wicked grin lets me know it will be soon
We move in rhythmic succession
faster and faster with every thrust
More delicious than the one before
I feel your body tense and it turns me on
like never before
My juices flow, drip down my thighs
and mix with our sweat
Your body shudders and signals mine to do the same
We arrive in symphony, once again I think
Is this really happening?