When She Began To Touch

When She Began To Touch

She touched him 'til he could not catch his breath,
Her hands stroking and squeezing all the while,
Her hot and hungry mouth gently caressed,
Sucking, licking, nibbling as she defiled
His chest and shoulders, hips and, then, his cock:
To make him gasp, her hands would gently stroke,
She worked him, then she paused just to take stock
He had to get inside her. He could hope
To last a few more heartbeats of this pleasure,
Poised at the entrance of her pleading sex
Before he slid in slowly at his leisure,
Finding her hot and tight. It would not vex
To wait another moment - was it too much?
Surely she knew when she began to touch.