Drawn to You

I stand in your doorway

The room, dim

Your back to me.

You are brushing your long mane of flowing auburn hair

moonlight through the window, your silhouette, a halo,

my angel.

Surely, you must hear my approach

Not my footsteps...

My heartbeat.

But, no.

I startle you.

Yes, my sweet Anne, I startle you.

Your brush stops

Motionless

Sensing my presence

Feeling my desire

You tense,

waiting.

I step closer,

Your presence now,

Intoxicating

Stillness

Silence.

Dizzy with enchantment

Drawn to you

To be close

To smell your fragrance.

The first touch.

Timid, forbidden.

A wisp of your hair on my face.

I part your tresses

exposing your neck

Your nape, uncovered

naked to my eyes.

Finally, finally

I close the final distance

a light touch of my lips

graces your neck.

My mouth explores,

Your back arches.

Stillness no longer

You turn to me

Our eyes meet.

The long anticipated moment

We savor the closeness, the distance between us slight

as I drink in your eyes.

To see your lips so close.

and now your fingers

Gently press

My neck.

Beckoning me to close the final distance.

Our mouths meet.

My hunger for you unleashed.

I press,

hard, male.

I fight my animal instinct

My impulse, my greed

to take you.

Gentle, gentle,

I force myself back.

Slow, tender

and the savoring

is sweeter yet.

Now, we part,

This time to play.

To explore.

Your eyes sparkle

A flirtatious laugh

Your darting, teasing tongue

plays in my mouth.

Uncovering you,

button by button,

Your blouse flutters to the floor

unhooking your bra

Your breasts, my chest

We lose ourselves in our contrasting sensuality

clothes, flesh

hardness, softness.

fingertips, lips.

I caress you, as you do me.

My passion unbridled

Wanting you completely.

And your willing surrender to me,

As I possess you

your hair

your skin

your mouth

luxuriating

smooth

warm

wet

you.