as my fingers dance

I sit at my keyboard
as my fingers dance their way across these letters
and dream
of their dancing with your flesh.
Gliding and stopping,
here and there
soothing and rubbing until
you gently but firmly take my hand
and guide it o where you long
to truly have my long fingers explore.
Slowly the tips of my fingers glide
up and over your sweet mound until,
palm resting on your bud
my fingers enter your warm musky folds.
Slowly, rhythmically my hand glides easily
back and forth
while your pelvic muscles achingly push against the heel of my hand
harder harder harder.
I begin to feel the insides of your velvet walls griping me
as slow electric subtle convulsions start to build.
I feel you press down harder still as one fingers slips into your waiting asset.
You gasp. You shudder.
I take your mouth, filling it with mine.
Our tongues lash out as they try and keep pace with the passion building inside.
Your breath struggles to get all the air it needs through only your flared nostrils.
Taking my mouth away you gasp for air and pleasure
while digging your nails into my back I gently bite your neck.
You gasp you scream you tremble you quake convulsing shuddering
as a splash of crimson
followed by the brightest yellow
followed by blinding white light
leaves you trembling;
with tears trickling from your eyes,
rocking back and forth in a fetal position
while I cradle you
and tell of my dedication, compassion
and inner longing to hold all of you.