We excitedly strip off our clothes.

I want the feel of your skin rubbing against mine;

I am already gasping for breath.

Your fingers touch me in places no one else can reach,

and leave a trail of fiery tingles in their wake.

My breath stops and every beat of my heart

resonates through my body.

As your hand moves lower I can feel the pulse.

Tongue thrusting hungrily, I meet yours,

whispering/moaning/panting against your lips.

Your hand duplicates the action

and my body bucks and shudders.

Joined, we climb an upward spiral of sensation,

cresting and coasting down the other side,

wrapped in each other’s arms, hearts beating as one.

© Ellie Maziekien

6/2/00