An empty cinema, Monday afternoon.

An arm cradling you, your hand on my face.

A knee, draped on my leg, a kiss in the darkness.

A touch to my face, I lick your lips.

A smile and a sigh, a sexy breath of hope.

A touch to your breast, a soft exhalation.

A fingertip on your knee, a whisper of desire.

A brush of your thigh, a soft cry of expectation.

A finger near your vagina, a hope delayed.

A finger inside your thong, a promise delivered.

A soft caress of your vulva, a magical whispered plea.

A brief graze of your vagina, a prayer of silent hope.

A soft incursion inside, a wondrous spasm of pleasure.

A deeper penetration, a softly ragged breath.

A soft and gentle thrusting, a euphoric orgasmic tremor.

A sensual labia massage, a slow descent from above.

A casual withdrawal, a sigh and a kiss.

An arm cradling you, your hand on my face.

Mmmm.