My hands tremble at the thought of touching you,
My heart palpitates thinking of the things we’ll do,
I run my fingers over my lips,
Imagining your taste, your kiss,
I become excited, and there is a catch in my breath,
Mmmm…imagining your mouth on my breasts,
Tongue teasing the peaks and making me ache,
The fire burns hotter with each move you make,
My hands reach down to grip the hardness that has formed,
My mouth slides down over you, tasting you, mmmm, my mouth, wet, warm,
Your hands in my hair, guiding,
The taste of you is delighting