Her words so simply, floats past her lips into my ear, through to my core, and I shudder, my heart takes a few extra beats, the blood rushes through my veins, I am bewitched. This vision across from me, this thief of sensibility, an enigma wrapped in a riddle.
The memories of our last liaison as distant as yesterday hastens my breath. I am stripped bare by her eyes, her smiles disarms me and warms my soul. She wants me, I want her, yet we play this game of hide and seek with our desires. Who can hold out the longest?
We both know what we want, we will have it, but for now we engage in a mental fuck fest; hearts throbbing, loins pulsing. The thoughts, the memories of the taste, the feel, the smell of each other so vivid. Our bodies alive with anticipation, anticipation of the breaking point; of me in her, her on me, us wrapped in each other. Ahhhh!
Just a bit longer. Wait for it.
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I can almost taste the desire that you describe in this posting. Someone once told me "...this is the sweetest torture I've ever endured". Perhaps it's something like what you've described here.
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