Growing Closer to Desire

Running my fingers up the sides of my waist
From my hips to my chest
With my nails skating across the thin veil
That is my skirt.

A gossamer lilac with black panties.

Cupping both of my breasts fills me
It fills me with a longing,
A want to feel my flesh try to escape my grasp
It is a passion within.

Growing.

Growing like my bosom,
Testing the limits of the slim-fitted shirt I'm wearing
Pulling the fabric covering the chest
Further.

A warm emerald with sleeves of shadows.

Running my fingers down the sides of my waist,
From my chest to my waist
Pocketing my hip bones between the gap
Of my thumb and forefinger.

The weight of my body slowly increasing.

Grasping my ass cheeks,
Fluffing them in circles as they inflate,
Gaining mass, thickening,
Adding to my pleasure.

Growing.

Stretching my panties, looking over my shoulder
To watch my butt pull my undergarments down
For me, and to raise the bottom
Of my top.

Growing.

Groping my newly-found flesh,
Feeling my face beam in blush scarlet,
Hoping for more, that there is no end
To this adventure.

Growing. .