The Need

Against my willing blindness my senses seek
Flesh prickling in desperate anticipation
Wanting...
I want to feel you
Waiting...
For Slender digits and their velvet touch
Anxious...
My rising desire liquefies my core

I hold my breath
My tongue moistens swollen lips
Wanting...
Only your talented caress
Waiting...
With a desire so savage and raw
Anxious...
To expose my depths to your invasion

With a whimper, I sigh
A token struggle, my hands bound at the wrist
Wanting...
This delicious torment to never cease
Waiting...
To feel no one but you
Anxious...
For your mouth, your tongue, your teeth

A painful eternity and my skin ignites
At last I feel you
Testing...
My responses to your silken caress
Touching...
As you glide along my flesh
Tasting...
Only with your tongue

You swipe an aching path along my thigh
And I open myself to your intent
Testing...
The trust I so freely bestow
Touching...
As you lift my legs across your shoulders
Tasting...
The evidence of my need spilling from my molten core

You are there
Requesting entrance to my depths
Open...
Eyes unable to resist the sight
Burning...
As I feel you within
Gasping...
My need as I writhe against you

And I am yours
Surrendering to your skilful intent
Aching...
As I rise against you
Screaming...
As you push me to the edge
And falling...
As you steer me though my wanton abyss

For with you and you alone, I am complete