Standing behind your naked form

My hands become your bra

Cupping your warmth

My fingers moulding to your form

Then my fingers start to squeeze

Shaping them for my pleasure

Pressing harder now,

Leaving finger prints

My thumbs flick over your nipples

Like windscreen wipers

Moving with urgency

You are at my command

My nose trails along

your shoulder to your neck

My teeth sink in

Nipples are clamped

between finger and thumb

I feel the pulse of your hips

And your hands move

I whisper

Leave it

For I want you

to experience

A deeper pleasure