I imagine myself like this...
quivering and waiting for whatever may or may not.. happen.
I think about Your hand sliding over my flesh...
Possessive touch... heated or cool...
It makes no difference, it is Your touch I crave.

The night calls to me as I touch
what You have claimed as Yours...
stroking and teasing...
Always aware of what i am learning...
what You are showing me.

As the heat rises within,
building and growing,
I begin to lose the iron control
held within tight muscles...

Your name whispers past my lips
in a rush of heated air...
and i feel... Whole.