Fantasy

Your fingers trace the outline of my lips
While my hands clutch at your chest.
Inches away,
I feel our hearts' racing beat fill the static around us.
Chills encase my skin
And your heat breaks them down
One by one.
Hands held steady,
Braced against the wall.
Pain and passion entwined in one.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me want me.
Tell me you have to have me.
I don't need words;
I want the sweat running down our backs,
The harmony in our voices,
The pounding of our hearts
The movement of our bodies,
The aching in our muscles.
I lay there with your arms around me,
Shaking and pulsating from sensation,
Hands resting on your chest soaking up its vibrations.
Your fingers move through my hair,
Down my face,
Across my lips,
Resting on the nape of my neck.
Chills run down my spine.
You pull me in,
Giving me no choice but to do what you want,
Yet offering my body willingly.
Our lips entwine,
Matching our bodies,
Minds,
Hearts.