Sensations: Feelings, Touching, Emotions, Memories

I'm lying there, my skin against the grass, my fingers trailing in the water.
I scoop up a handful of the cool liquid and let it trickle into my mouth,
The remaining droplets trailing down my throat to find sanctuary within my breasts.
The sensation of being touched…the feeling of being caressed.

My eyelids close softly as my fingers play lightly with the moisture there
My mind drifts to thoughts of another touching...another hand
The nipples of my breast begin to respond...to pucker as the air
Kisses them softly with such tender care.

Another scoop of water... let it find a path of it's own.
Rippling across my stomach muscles finding a home,
Swirling around to the indention made when I was born.
A soft sigh escapes my lips as I yearn for something more.

A sharp intake of breath, as cold water makes it's way down 'tween my thighs
My legs slowly part to allow it access to my full, pouting lips,
Flowing 'tween them to my tiny pearl...a bud that has been asleep
My clit trembles, rising from its slumber, the brisk air it meets.

My thighs spread wider as my fingers follow the path of the water,
Touching my nipples, my thumbs moving across the nubs till they peak.
Dreaming of a lover from another time...another place.
Memories of what could have been...should have been, as my mind does race.

Fingertips travel downward in sensuous circles feeling the sweetness of my belly,
My back arches, my hips raise slightly, craving a loving caress.
Water, cool water being a lover's wanted...needed...touch.
A sigh escapes from deep within my soul, paying witness to my duress.

Shivering slightly, chill bumps on my skin, as fingers search for untold treasures,
Nestled 'tween my thighs...the water having spoken earlier...the gift greets me now.
A touch...the touch...my head leans back, my eyes close softly,
Yearning for another's hand...another's soul.

As my index finger slips inside the warmth buried within, my heartbeat quickens.
I cry out a name...my body...my mind seeks an end to this madness.
This craving to be released from the spell that the cool water has worked upon my skin.
My soul whispers to me...what if...what if...what if he came again?