Sherium

I want you at 4am rubbing the sleep from your eyes, sighing like the last breath of a distant thunderstorm. I want you in dark wash jeans, white socks and black shoes, pulling each article off one by one and leaving the exposed skin for me to brush my fingertips against and revel in the faint tremors. I want you entangled in my bedsheets counting the pieces of my spine, and the hours til dawn. I want every synapse to crackle with electric charge, with anticipation; waiting. Waiting. I want you, your heavy, solid warmth pressing down and concentrating all its force just below my navel, to leave me struggling for

Her own hands run their course Gentle caresses turn into hard rubs Soft gropes turn into rushed grabs Steady breathing turns into light pants But no sounds escape her mouth Warm body aches for more Odd feeling coursing through self A case of mild lightheadedness Bittersweet tasteless and satisfying First orgasm of the day

Your hot breath against my neck I feel your gentle kisses. Our lips meet. Rubbing your fingers through my hair, and your hand brushing my cheek. So excited & aroused we give all our energy. Wanting you so desperately I take you inside me. Breathless. With a slight open peck caresses my lips. Holding me close, while grinding our hips. I feel you so deep. I feel your soul inside. Discovering all your mysteries, that one should never hide. You've whisked me away to the palace of pleasure I am your goddess and you are my treasure. Gasping with delight Our passion goes soaring Who ever said that missionary's boring?

My heartbeat pounding in my ears, Your fingertips barely gliding over my skin. The sweat rolls off my shivering body, Inwardly awaiting your next move- anxious. Anticipation, longing, desire, All of these are doing the thinking for me now. My legs wrap around your waist, Tugging your hips forth to mold against mine. Your warm breath fans against my cheek, Then my neck, shoulder, collar bone. Lower, lower, lower still, I want you to keep going down. Yet your lips instead capture my own, Our tongues tussling with a firey resolve. Hands begin to wander aimlessly, Touching and groping at forbidden places. We entwine our bodies tog