Standing behind your naked form
My hands become your bra
Cupping your warmth
My fingers moulding to your form
Then my fingers start to squeeze
Shaping them for my pleasure
Pressing harder now,
Leaving finger prints
My thumbs flick over your nipples
Like windscreen wipers
Moving with urgency
You are at my command
My nose trails along
your shoulder to your neck
My teeth sink in
Nipples are clamped
between finger and thumb
I feel the pulse of your hips
And your hands move
I whisper
Leave it
For I want you
to experience
A deeper pleasure
