Those Hands

I watch the steam rise,
From the water so hot..
I stand in the nude,
Anticipating a lot..

Slowly I step in,
Enjoying the heat,
Letting it surround me,
Sinking in so deep..

I close my eyes,
No need to watch this..
As I feel those hands,
beginning to bring me to bliss..

The softest touch,
Hands smooth as silk..
Brush over my body;
My skin white as milk..

They start at the top,
To work their way down..
Slowly, they'll go,
Touching all around..

First I feel them,
Running all over my chest..
Then, coming back,
To rest, on my breasts..

They take the cold soap,
And I smell it's soft scent,
As it pours onto my body,
I shiver in content..

The cold feels so good,
Followeed by warm fingertips,
A pleasure so sweet,
I lick my soft lips..

I sigh so softly,
As those hands massage me..
Lathering my breasts,
With hands I can't see..

No hurry or rush,
No holds are barred..
They touch where they will,
Making my nipples so hard..

Then I feel one hand,
Slowly making it's way down..
All the way between my thighs,
Not between them, but around..

Softly touching the outside,
Of my sweet smooth lips,
Running all over me gently,
With those fingertips..

I feel that cold soap again,
poured above my slit,
Then i feel those hands reach down,
Pushing that slick soap against my clit..

I sink further into the bath water,
Just letting pleasure take me..
As those hands atart moving,
Those hands I still don't see..

For i wish not to look,
I'd rather only feel..
To drown in the pleasure,
Imagining what's not real..

Create myself a fantasy,
Around the touch of those hands,
Something only I can see,
Something only I can understand..

A smooth circular motion,
With those soft sweet fingers,
Moving always constantly,
So those hands will never linger..

I ignore the person,
Those hands are attached to,
I just want the feelings
That come from what they do..

For the rest is in my mind,
And for me that's the best part,
To let those hands take on the need,
And let the dreaming start..

Then they start to move faster,
To rub that pussy hard,
But they never hurt me,
They know not to play that card..

They take me to the edge,
And I beging to pant and moan..
They stop moving completely,
And then I have to groan..

As my clit, it throbs,
Wishing for release,
Wishing to be fulfilled,
And their movement not to cease..

I let those hands tease me;
over and over again..
Making my need worse,
But not letting the torture end..

Then those hands apply more pressure,
Than they did before,
But somehow they are still gentle,
And pleasuring me to my core..

Finally they let me go,
Finally those hands set me free..
My orgasm so strong it almost hurts,
So great those hands are to me..

As I cum the fingers enter me,
Filling me to the brim,
I arch myself against them,
Wanting them so deep within..

As I wet those fingers,
With my slick hot cum,
Squeezing them inside of me,
As I feel my body hum..

As I feel the wave subside,
And the throbbing begin to cease,
I purr with all my pleasure,
From such a hard release..

My fantasy fulfilled,
My need finally sated,
Those hands leave me slowly,
My throbbing finally abated..

So I open up my eyes,
And I can finally see,
Those hands, that so fulfilled me,
Those hands belong to me....