The Caress

My hands are moving without resistance over your body.
I can feel the slightest tension in each muscle fibre under your skin,
 coaxing them to relax.
Some areas require more attention than others
 but after a while I feel the muscles give in.
I feel that the massage could be just the beginning…
  and I want more of you!
Carefully I let my hands glide towards certain places,
 parts of you that I'm very fond of.
After an eternity my hands reach their goals,
 and from your lips a sigh can be heard.
I'm caressing you oh so slowly...
Before long, your breath becomes irregular.
You cannot lie still,
 and your body is thrown to and fro.
My emotions are rushing through me with every heartbeat,
 but now is not the time for me.
Every oh so small change in my touch
 translates into yet another jerk of your body.
Your breath is anything but regular,
 and I wonder if you are getting enough air!
Suddenly you arc your body and scream that I should stop!
This is the time when I notice the surroundings,
 we are still in the room and you have a content smile on your lips.
I know that you've had enough for now,
 because every attempt at touching you is met with a faint
 "I can't take any more..."