Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and let my body waken, Lying quietly, I feel myself tremble, contemplating delight. Unsure of what will come, I feel the warm wetness of a mouth nestling in the hollow of my throat Softly and sensuously nuzzling, nipping.

Hot breath, like butterfly wings, brushes my neck; lips, not quite touching hovering, hesitating ... gone.

I will my eyes shut, to let my body learn to see, to sense, to be aware.

I'm conscious of a nearness; and a hand smoothes my breast lingering at the nipple, kneading and circling; then to the other breast. My flesh responds as a light current courses through my skin Then the tongue, hot and hard, probes the rise of my belly and returns again to my breasts, sucking, pulling them erect! That tongue, its mouth hungry and feasting on my flesh, probes lower Hot and moist, it touches the edges and flings me into an abyss of sensation. Warm wetness washes over me, swirling and around, like a whirlpool reaching to suck me into its center. I must not resist, must let myself be drawn into an inevitable teasing prelude to an orgasmic concerto. I lie here: open, willing, waiting, desiring, demanding! Impatience makes my need sharper, more hungry.

NOW! PLEASE! ... and the tongue slowly descends Lips wrap around my shrieking center gently encouraging my fierce spasms of delight inhibitions and exiling them to another dimension.

Delight fast becomes sensual torture Teasing, tempting, tantalizing until I'm ready to scream my need! Ready to force the culmination my body insists must come!

I catch my breath and breathe raggedly, Lips move again to my breasts and my neck and my lips. My slick thighs open, wanting yet not wanting I feel your firmness, your velvet hardness against my thighs, pushing gently, teasing me, opening me just enough to make me want more ... NOW!

But you withdraw and I can sense, almost see how close you wait for me to come beyond need become necessity ... and you begin again, slowly entering, waiting, pushing not withdrawing as I wrap myself around you and caress you inside myself.

Now faster and harder, not yet with rhythm different and more exciting!

I ache and arch begins. We thrust and move together, working to consummate this flesh-oriented work of art. There is nothing left in this time and space but my flesh and my primeval need.

I no longer think or wonder or desire:

I am no more.