Firm,
Yet soft
Smooth silk
It soothes
I run my finger down the length
I grip the throbbing mass of nerves
Dry satin
My fingers play, dart and skip
Teasing for reaction
Twitch
It starts,
Eager and alert
Springs with life, it follows
Searching out the memory of my touch,
Wanting
A drop, a wistful tear
It aches
It cries for me
Spills out, clear and pure
My grasp tightens, then releases
I explore the depths below
Palm pressed,
The rising heat, the sticky redness,
Thick
Swelling
Pulsing
A deeper urge, a groan
Sounding from within
Ringing, singing sweetness in my ears
A cool whisper, I temper you,
My lips moist
My tongue a blade, a point
Glistening along the ridge
Relaxing, lapping, lightly lingering
Loosely laughing, filled with love
You quake for me
Squirm and writhe
Fiercely claw in desperation
My lips close at the summit
Hot breath
Steam
I take you in
Taste of sweat, as a hunger growls
Your rumbling resonates, echoes deep
You glide
Rigid, tense and turgid
A plea
A sigh
My eyes snap wide
Lips sealed in place
Riding the waves
Undulating
As the sea comes rushing in
Cresting, crashing
Salt and spray
I hold
Mercifully still
As the tension fades
The rhythm steadies
Soft,
Yet firm
