Her Fantasy, My Fantasy

From the author
This piece requires a little introduction. It's a combination of two poems. The first I received from my lover, the second is my reply. The verses alternating between the two starting with hers then switching to mine. Her verses in standard text, mine in italics.

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Her Fantasy, My Fantasy

I'm thinking of you again...
As I stand under the shower, raspberry nipples crinkling as the water cascades down...

And imagining....
..how you might gasp, if I put my hands to those raspberry nipples, my fingers like ice, after running cold water on them, and how they would feel pressing hard into my own...

I'm thinking of you...
As I bend to soap my long legs, running my hands over the smooth skin...

And wanting to stroke...
..my hands up and down, those silky thighs, my legs curving around and in-between, like dancing....

I'm thinking of you...
As the luxurious bubbles accent my curves...

And watching....
...each cluster of soft bubbles, tracing their progress over your skin, from your shoulders, over your sweet breasts...pausing...before gliding over your stomach and down the warm valley where I want to linger...

I'm thinking of you...
As I imagine you watching me, reclining, swathed in silk...

And drinking you in...
...with my eyes. The silk no substitute, for the soft sigh of your skin against mine...

I'm thinking of you...
As I turn, movements not strictly necessary, designed to display me to you...

And feeling you...
...in my imagination, as I see the grace and beauty of you, my body appreciating the sights you show me, with hardness and aching arousal...

I'm thinking of you...
As I cleanse my body, fingertips running over my ass...

And wanting you...
...as I watch your hands working on your ass, waiting for your fingers to linger, and explore the wetness you have for me there...

I'm thinking of you...
As I breathe in the clean, crisp scent...

And tasting you....
....your scent in the air, your perfume mingled with the smell of clean skin, and the sweet musk of your pussy, my tongue remembering ...

I'm thinking of you...
As I rub the fluffy towel across my breasts...

And feeling myself....
...my hand lingering at the hardness you've given me, knowing that I won't be able to hold myself back from you much longer.....

I'm thinking of you...
As I massage the scented lotion into my delicate skin...

And knowing....
....that your watching me, from the corner of your eye, and that you've been making yourself ready for me....

I'm thinking of you...
As I imagine your hands upon me...

And taking you....
....in my arms, as I rise from my place behind you, strip the towel away from you, letting it fall as I press my body against you, my chest and belly against your back, my hands cupping and squeezing those breasts, making the hardness come back...

I'm thinking of you...
As I feel you, urgent, behind me...

And pulling you...
....as my hands wander down to your pelvis, so you can feel the heat and hardness of me, pressing against your ass, finding its way, as I thrust my hot length into you...

I'm thinking of you...
As I explode for you...

And feeling you...
...your hot pussy, pulsating around my cock as you cum, drawing me even deeper, milking me as I explode my heat inside you, deep and hot and eager.