Bending her over the edge of her bed, standing behind her and then pausing, letting the anticipation build and waiting for her to beg me to give her what she wants
Caressing each other's minds with: fixated eye contact, awareness of each other's slightest body language signals, intelligent, witty and creative conversation that turns into whispered intentions well in advance of even touching each other . . .
Delight that ignites in sudden flame as a look shared, does clutch, the mind and the stomach too. That leaves a longing wonder in it's wake as distance grows and memory fades...
Kissing deep, the world fades to black and only two remain. Two pairs of lips, two stocato breaths catching, two sets of hand exploring, two souls in sweet oblivion colliding.
Longing lust metamorphosis suddenly occurring when the nerves, unknown, inhibitions and what ifs are all cast aside for intense passion and exploration.