Delicately Erotic

I woke this morning

with thoughts of silky
softness. There’s some
satiny, smoothness
that my brain is
craving.

A gentle caress,

a caring touch,
with warm breath,
on baited, nervous
lips.

The warmth of two

bodies, held together,
in a long embrace,
as hands move over
the curves and valleys.

The electricity of

touching lips together,
breathing together,
feeling each heartbeat
as the pace quickens.

A trembling confidence

of interlocked hands,
deep and bright eyes,
staring into each other
depths.

Pawing, needing,

wanting, ready.
 
Caressed.
Safe.
Soft.