My hands slide slowly your neck
You moan softly
I blow on your neck warming your tender crevices
As my hands continually slide toward your breast you grasp tightly on to my hand
I hesitate staring at the emotions on your face
You pull close to me and kis me with the desire for me to fulfill you
I place my hands where you are burning for me the most
I feel the inside of you raining with tender passion
I stroke you once to feel your body jerk
I continue to stroke you
You bite my ear and you whisper for me to finish
I pull away leaving you to feen for more
Tempted by impatience you lead my hands back towards you vulnerable serenity
I play with you and stroke you kissing you
Until you come close to the edge of satisfaction
I leave you wanting more
To finally finish
I trapped you in my own web
In the end
I love you
Arienne Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-11/
