In the Smallest Moments

In the smallest moments
you steal my breath,
catching it like a wild,
fluttering thing
holding it in your palm
with tender, savage grace.

The pulse at my throat leaps
at the merest whisper of your
lips across my skin,
the blush that meets
my eyes is only a shadow
of the lust that dwells within.
Playful glances
belie the burn,
the curve of my smile
hides my hunger.
I arch beneath you,
only to draw closer
to strain, to reach
to be that much nearer
to the scorching pleasure
of your knowing hands.

Whisper your warm breath
across my nipples and watch them pebble
see them grow tight and achingly hard
eager for you to graze
a fingertip across them
and pull a cry from my lips,
desperate for you to enclose them
in the warm, wet heaven
of your mouth.

Summon the fire
with slow, singeing strokes
of your tongue across my
smallest place,
my smallest moment
of ecstasy,
savor my heat as
I swell beneath you, as my
swollen bud blooms in
wild torment, in delicious,
crying,
aching,
keening
pleasure,
as desire drips from me
like liquid silk,
as you slake your thirst
and sate your lust
in the lush, damp haven
of my trembling, aching flesh.

Oh yes...
my breath escapes
on a jagged cry,
my limbs quivering,
my thighs trembling
like a new leaf in spring
oh yes and yes and yes
oh…..yes
yes, my lover, yes

In these,
our smallest moments,
you leave me
without words, without sound...

breathless.