Weeks before I knew you would be
coming back like you never left
I began to feel a tightening within my chest.
an excited gaspy shortness of breath.
All of those scenes you've imagined
Some that prolly never even happened
Curled up langorously asleep in bed
In oceans of thoughts of you in my head.
The third time so far was the best
I was wet from the shower..
You drew me against your chest.
Pulled the covers up to my hips
Caressed my breasts and kissed my lips
I couldn't focus on the tv.. there's an inteference
Anticipatory is my baited breath.
As you pulled me onto your lap
And seperated both my legs with your left.
My back presses into your chest.
My legs form a wide V only you can see.
Kissing, passionately kissing me
Your hand gliding casual, yet purposely.
Down to squeeze each round breast
twist the nipples ,taut crowns of glory of my chest.
you do this repeatedly
your mouth wet tongue kissing me.
Your hand finally creeps south, deviated
After an unknown number of strokes, constantly repeated.
I thought I would hold my breath
when you touched me there.
But instead it all escaped from me
Riding words I'd forgotten how to speak into the air.
My head was dizzy from my evenly deep inhalations
My eyes were closed but the way you moved your fingers so deliberately
Made me gasp deeper and deeper
Slowly but intently something uncoiled inside of me
Frozen alone for so long
You meant to compensate
It began to undulate and spin
I almost lost my place on this earth again
Ravished and aflame with breathy exhalations
Your name escapes in a screamed whisper and sharp inhalation of breath.
I could not control, nor could I contain
The moment it burst forth in wave after jolting wave , aflame.
My head hung limp against your chest
As i struggled to quit shaking and get my breath
As I gently grabbed and removed your hand it's fingers still taunting me with small slow circulations...
Pleading to be allowed to continue its remonstrations
Saying... Come on.. ONE MORE TIME?
I AM cradled to your chest and lovethe sound of your excited breath.
Aroused from arousing me so next
I push you down and straddle you on top
Urging fingers digging into my hips,
You thrust maniacly as I ride atop
That full mouth a demented mans grimace whispering "Don't Stop. "
Who would know that after that desperate almost violent combinations
You would put me to sleep on your chest and cradle me and keep, your fingers on my back casting a magical soothing spell of sleep. 😍
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