Studied Passion

My hand rests on your hip
Warm, soft, inviting
The night is dark
And I lie in a wakefulness
So intense
That I barely breathe.

My lust burns under pressure
Threatening to burst.

I cannot bear to disturb you
Yet
I cannot bear to stop
And yet
I must do something!

I turn and roll and cuddle up
Spoons.
My hand rests upon your breast
Barely my breath disturbs
the hair at your neck.

My body holds yours...
Ready, anxious, nervous, stressed
To breaking...

And then...

You move against me, that move
That tension explodes
And in frenetic cataclysms
We move and move,
Touch and touch -

And touch.