If I could but touch that shapely neck,
the flowing shoulders, smooth straight back,
sexy young breasts tipped with soft rose-red nipples
wanting a lover's kiss,
my kiss.

Belly firm and soft, waiting for my caress,
down over hips, to soft firm buttocks,
then down long legs to ticklish toes.
Now both hands moving upwards
onto calfs, and then to soft inner thighs,
stroking gently, never harshly,
feeling warmth and tender wetness
waiting for me?

For fingers or tongue to explore,
to arouse, to tease and to bring higher
until pleasure overcomes all else
and you come, arching high, rigid,
totally still with the intensity of the feeling,
and then you melt backwards into my waiting arms.
To slowly recover, then to be used again.
By me.