It is you I think of
My fingertips touching your lips
Moving slowly to your cheeks
And lightly over closed eyes.
A breath sucked in
And slowly exhaled
Is my touch painful?
My fingers keep moving.
I can feel your breath on my face
As you move closer
My heart beats faster
Faster.
Anticipation
Waiting for your lips to touch mine
Waiting
I wet my lips
I'm waiting
Your lips touch mine gently
Too gently
Hearts beat faster
Echoing
I lean forward
Strong hands on my back
Bring me closer
Not close enough
Mouths open wider
Hands move to my neck and up
To cup my head
Fingers snake through my hair
You hold on tighter
Your grasp pulls me forward
My hair is loose now
Twisted through your fingers
My hands caressing,
exploring
skin hot like fire
Breathing harder
Its not enough
I feel the need to be fulfilled.
Pull away
Regain control
heart beat slows
It is you I think of.
