Yearn

At the table she sits
Eyes soft, voice present
Yes, I've been waiting, she admits
But the expectation has been almost too pleasant
And in her deepest thoughts she's thinking;
I've been living too long
In the realms of my mind
Denial has been a familiar song
And now it's enjoyable I find
Into this wonderful fantasy I've been sinking

But you could almost read her thoughts
Though its been a shared journey
The expanse between you leaves you taut
The space is like the ocean and the table a sentry
You can't wait, the expectation left you craving
So ever so slowly a reach under the table to legs
And you find above soft thigh highs a lacy goldmine
No barrier for your attentions nothing reneges
Just a soft, well trimmed space in which you find
The silky sign of her internal aching

All the signs have turned green
Body leaning and eyes open
Finally you have crossed the sea
And found the beach far from barren
A little gasp escapes from lips fraught with desire
Now you know it's going to be hard
But a change in scenery is awaiting
A little lean, a little whisper, a casual disregard
And the breath that exudes aching
Needful you rise to tend the fire

Before you are aware
You are filling your need
And she willingly takes you there
For her very soul seems to plead
The release you are taking, she is also drinking
Little sounds, little sighs, little shivers
The texture of her skin against yours
Its driving you to new depths and makes you braver
And you have to have her on back, on front, on all fours
You have nothing left for thinking

Explosions and star conception
The birth of the universe and planets spinning
It's like seeing your life at the end
But you know it's just beginning
And you know you will have the chance to do it again
For it's almost beautiful without sight
As you contemplate in end
It's allowed you to experience pure light
For the outcome is both resplendence and downfall for men