Imaginary

I am plastered up against the wall, helpless...
an imaginary force holding me captive...
alone I stand, vulnerable...
trembling beneath my panties...
yearning for a touch...
my skirt is yanked to my ankles...
excitement building in my chest...
my breasts heave with deep breaths...
eyes cloud with desire...
my shirt is lifted above my bra, gathered around my breastbone...
my eyes meet yours...
and you are trapped across the room...
your fingers itch...
you want to touch my soft skin...
yet you sit...
your hand on your erection, watching me...
imaginary feather light touches caress my belly...
I moan loudly...
aching...
close my eyes, fantasizing...
that you are right in front of me...
gazing deeply into me...
fingers exploring thoroughly...
softly, passionately kissing me...
I see you rise from your chair...
walking my way slowly...
undressing yourself piece by piece...
I am trapped against the wall watching you...
this force so strong against me...
my thighs shake with need...
you stop one foot in front of me...
naked to the bone...
I bite my lip seductively...
you remove my hands from my body...
saying to me "Let Me" ...
I realize now there was nothing imaginary...
it was my own hands touching me...