Six feet:
Between you and me.
Might be a life time,
Might be but thirty seconds,
If you turn this way.
Side view:
Structure of beauty.
Long dark hair obscures,
Sleek figurine encased in black,
With the hint of nylons.
Gazing:
Across in wonderment.
Maybe a little lustful thought,
Popped in and out,
Then in again.
Turning:
You turn my way.
A smile,
A shy nervous smile,
And a bitten lower lip.
Fluttering:
Eye lashes flicker.
Flirting ruby lips,
Moistened slowly,
Pouting softly.
Defiance:
Turning away to blush.
Counting one,
Two, three…
Just a sneaky lil glance.
Whisper:
‘I want you’.
With naughtiness intent,
Gesture,
To a place I know so well.
Waiting:
Not too long I hope.
A blushing smirk,
Eyes that follow mine,
I take your warm hand.
Kiss:
Softly lips touch.
Fingers tracing patterns,
Wanton nipples,
Wanting to be teased.
Touching:
Inside an eager fire.
Stickiness,
Warm wet circles,
Deep and deeper inside.
Six feet:
… in my dreams.
