In a room lit only with the flame of a candle,
the only sounds are soft sighs and the whisper of the sheets.
Fingers splayed, they glide over my heavy breast,
nipples taut from the slight chill tighten even more from the contact of my hand.
Eyes closed, I think of you looking at me,
your tongue darts out and a short breathe escapes your lips.
As my hand slides lower still, I think of your hands on my body,
tugging and teasing until my body's on fire.
My fingers become yours, as they probe and tantalize my secret place.
I feel the pressure start to build, but no release is to be found.
I come to the edge but go no further,
because that is the place you will take me.
And so I wait, panting as the exquisite tension leaves my body.
Waiting for you to push me over the edge.
