Breathless

I can’t wait till I’m able to trace my fingers

gently from the nape of your neck

down your back

slowly to the front of your body

tracing your hip bones

grazing your perfect erogenous zone

about 4 inches down from your belly button;

where your cells divided 

to create you.

I can’t wait to hear moans

escaping from your mouth

as if they were forceful demons

waiting to be free.

I can’t wait to pleasure you

in ways even you thought was impossible.

Because I crave the thought

of being able to do such innocent things to your body.

Leaving you, breathless. 

Author's Note

thoughts?