I Imagine

I imagine
that you watch me
from your place across
the room.
That when my attention is elsewhere
yours
is on me,
Knowing that I don't know
that you are watching.
I imagine
that you think about me
even when I
am not around.
That you think
of lowering your sweet face
to mine
to kiss me
tentatively
tenderly
then passionately
as your arms encircle my body
for the first time.
I imagine
touching your cheek lightly
with my fingertips.
You close your eyes,
pressing your face
into my caress.
I imagine
that you like my touch
and that you have longed
for it
as if too long in the desert
without water.
I brush my fingers
through your soft curling hair
and pull you closer to me.
I feel you tremble
nervous
and I smile as I bring my lips
once more to yours.
I imagine
that you drink in my features
and my body as you undress me
slowly
button by button
zipper drawn down
soft fabrics and rough denim
pushed to the floor.
Hooks unsnapped
Elastic slipped off.
Now
I am naked before you.
The room grows warm
yet the coolness of your breath
excites my nipples.
I imagine
that you lay me down
on the bed,
mattress giving beneath me,
forming to my unclad body.
You lay beside me
arms on either side of my form.
Your face
above mine
then dipping down to kiss
the hollow of my throat.
Tongue moving farther down,
tasting each breast.
I imagine
you looping the tip of your tongue
through the titanium ring
piercing my right nipple.
You tug on it with your teeth
and shock waves of pain and pleasure
shoot through every fiber of my being.
I imagine
that this gives you
as much pleasure
as it gives me.
And I smile.
Then I imagine
you
naked and pulled close
to me
underneath
the sheets.
I part for you
and you pierce more than just my body.
You pierce my soul.
We move as one
my legs possessively around your waist
and your face next to mine.
Our breaths mingle
with each give and take cry
and I whisper in your ear
how much I've wanted you
for so long.
I feel you shudder
with that thought as it enhances
your arousal.
Together we reach that place
of oblivion
and ecstasy
and I scream my passion into
your open mouth
as I kiss you,
our tongues
and our hips rocking
together
and never wanting to stop.
I imagine
that this pleasure
could go on and on
and never stop
even if it left us exhausted
and broken.
To be forever driven by a passion
started by a curious glance
a hug
a playful touch.
I imagine.