Anticipation

On the satin-sheeted bed,
She lies with bated breath.
Anticipation makes her tremble.
Above her, he smiles.
On his knees, his cock nears her mouth,
But he will not allow her to touch.
Teasing fingers find her clit.
She moans and moves her hips,
But before the explosion, he stops.
Frustrated, she reaches for him.
Grinning, he moves back.
He strokes his cock, watching her eyes;
She reaches again but falls short.
On her back she lies,
Panting with arousal and effort.
Finally he gives in,
Lowers his body to hers.
His cock presses against her cunt.
She rises to meet it,
And he thrusts.