Later

My fingers slowly slide up to the nape of your sweet neck
And there dally to tenderly caress the curls they find
Then upward, gently probing as your features they do check
Your eyes are closed, your breath shallow, I now can read your mind

Eventually they rest upon your face and cup your chin
My face so close to yours, one kiss; I feel you gasp for air
I part my lips, they skip just lightly over your soft skin
Until they find your own - we touch, a kiss we are to share

My hands ruffle your hair as tongues join in the fervoured dance
And now these hands slide gently down across your blushing cheeks
I tease your ears, I watch your face – you look as in a trance
I’m close to you to plant a kiss on each eyelid I seek

Now on a trail from chin to neck, and further south I test
Tracing your contours avidly with fingers, tongue and lips
As fingernails graze timidly along each ample breast
They reach the ends, those growing buds most sensitive of tips

And there to rub and pinch and tease and then a gentle bite
Before I move down to my quest, that prize I lust upon
And then . . oh, damn, I’ll have to wait until we meet tonight
But now I must get back to work - where has this lunch time gone . . . ?