I know you watch me…

I feel the heat of your eyes as I toss and turn in fevered dreams.

Sometimes, I close the curtains to block your visions and dreams of me.
But not this evening…
tonight I desperately desire your complete attention

Trembling fingers light a candle …
the soft flickering glow bathes me in light…
hides my trepidations in shadows.
Do you see how nervously I gnaw my lower lip
or the flight of conflicting emotions across my face?

Heart thundering in my ears…hesitant fingers push the thin straps
of a long silk gown from my shoulders.
The thick warm mane of my hair glides across my back,
its caress a lover's touch.

Soft erotic music fills the room and I give myself over to it.
My firm round bottom swaying …the gown slides down to rest
precariously on the rise of my hips.

Slowly I turn to face your hungry gaze…
allow it to feast on the creamy mounds of my breasts.
fingers futter over soft warm skin...up the ladder of ribs...until
they cup heavy breasts…weighing them, bouncing them gently.
One silvery nail circles a dark areola;

Do you see the skin tightening puckering, as the nipple grows harder?

Fingers follow the contours of my throat to full moist lips,
tracing the softness that would relish your kiss.
Wet pink tongue moistens a fingertip,
it drops back to skid across the alert flesh of my nipple.
The shiver it creates dimples my skin with goose bumps.

Hips swaying in slow figure eights to the heavy dark beat of the
music…I dance for you. My shadowed eyes express my needs...
my passions...the smoldering heat burning deep inside.

Pale trails rise on my undulating torso, left by silvery nails
on their downward path to the silk nightgown clinging to the fullness of my hips.
They tease the silk lower, hesitate,
then fly back up to my aching nipples once more,
thumb and forefinger pinch, pull, roll and tease until
my moans rise above the music.

Turning, peering over my shoulder,
hands spread across the shifting globes of my ass.
Leaning forward, I tempt you to reach out…
feel the heat my fingers slide so teasingly close to.

A wicked little grin twinkles at you…
my hands flow to the front my pelvis,
drawing the silk gown tight across the hypnotic swaying of my ass,
to burrow against molten heat.

Face to the stars, silken hair tickles the swaying rise of my hips.
Moving on waves of music...
the backs of my thumbs roll against the swollen lips sheltering an aching clit.
Heat of desire builds still higher;
the need to quench this fire drives me down
onto cool dark satin sheets.

Sharp white teeth nip the fullness of my lower lip.
I feel myself rising, dreaming,
time becomes a drifting snowstorm of moments.

Gasping, panting, whimpers, sobs, long low moans
harmonize with the music.

Impatient fingers drag at soft silk…
it whispers up slowly spreading velvet thighs
until the flower of my passion is exposed.
They slide teasingly close to the bare molten center
before dancing back up trembling thighs.

I envision you, sprawled in the darkness …hand wrapped
around your cock stroking it with familiar ease…
your eyes devouring every detail of my every action.

Cool air wafting against glistening petals only feeds the fire.
There’s only one cure for this consuming fever.

Light caresses on dew-covered lips…A deep purr rumbles in my throat…
fingers tease…smoothing… spreading until they expose
the deep rose inner petals, the opalescent ruby center,
and the glistening pearl that is my throbbing, aching, itching clit.

One fingertip taps the little hard bud and my body undulates
with the electric jolts. Two fingers stretch to stir the bubbling kisses
from the pulsating mouth of my pussy.

Soft moans accompany the rise and fall of my aching breasts.
My hips surge wanting, needing more.
Fingertips slide deeper into the molten sheath thrusting to the dance of my hips.
The staccato beat of the fingertip on the hard nub of my clit
sends me charging toward the edge.

Body writhing…so close ... I'm so close.
But, I don't let myself fly…not yet…not yet.
The power must build …just a little more…
Then I will explode…a star gone nova.

Fingers twist, digging deep inside the clenching rippling muscles.
The heel of my hand grinds down on my throbbing clit.
Squeezing, teasing, rolling rock hard nipples, pulling them up
shaking them, dropping them, kneading them,
nails leave ruby traces on flushed skin.

I pummel the slick clinging flesh of my pussy.
Head denying the inevitable, body arching and falling.
Lips, raw with love bites,
issue a silent cry, a plea for relief.

Hips buck, grind on thrusting, twisting, scratching fingers…
thighs fan open …slam shut…fan apart again…
toes curl gripping the sheet.
Tingling, shuddering shocks, warn me, it is time.

Both hands…one pressing atop the other drill into molten depths.
The fever in me has burned away any inhibitions,
leaving only the compulsion for fulfillment.

I envision you, hovering above me,
plunging your cock deep into my grasping flesh,
your lips, curled in a growl,
opening to roar the warning of your impending explosion.

Suffused with a golden tingling light.
My body arches over the crests of waves that roar in my ears.
My scream shatters the night
molten honey pours from my convulsing womb.

I float in clouds of throbbing pulsating colors,
swim in their warmth, taste their sweetness with the pores of my skin,
smell their hot heady musk with the tip of my tongue.

I want to exist in that timeless place forever.

But, alas it is not to be.

With a plaintive cry
I plummet back into a limp body trembling with exertion.
Ever so slowly, my hands withdraw from the clinging throbbing sheath.
They glisten with the oils of my womb.
Lazily licking the honey from them…
my dark eyes gaze at you for a long moment before
I blow you a kiss and pinch the candle flame into blackness.