YOUR TOUCH
Hands on my body;
your hands, finding secret places
that only those hands know.
Sensations tickling across
my exposed breasts and
rippling down in wave after wave
of ecstasy.
The thrill of your tongue
tasting, tracing the contours
of my lips, my mouth, my throat -
now kissing, now nipping
harder, stronger, faster.
I turn and we match each other
move for move.
You touch me everywhere -
smoothing, stroking, rubbing, caressing;
every nerve awake, alive, alert.
Back arched, I am open to you
and you duck your head and
capture my lips with your own.
Now spent, drained, you sleep
I watch as your mist green eyes close
and I gently kiss them,
entangling my hand in your hair
as I fall asleep,
to dream again of your touch.
© Ellie
Maziekien 2000