A flutter

...me touching you...
secret little pleasures behind-your-eyes -
as you stare through a window
my fingertips so lightly flow as and where they will
seeking any and all
of you... the back of your neck
cheeks and jaw lines... the fine lines of lips' edge.

...and so nicely-gently-knowingly down and lightly -
longingly across the gentle rise as with each breath 
...now shaking yet taken, barely held - released...
and onward to softly, intently circle the slightest bumps
raising and begging and raising still more
- trailing the growing heat and tingles
till rising the hills of harmony
those not-so-little peaks peaking
and all the while YOU are just so melting
pudding wanting more and more
the flowing feeling of fingers' tips freely
roaming the places of your growing need...

Your eyes aren't empty but they aren't there,
and your breath can't begin to catch
the heartbeats running and running
and the sheer FEEL as your back arches
so willingly - willfully thrusting more and more
OF you to the reach - begging for all the more
and still more of tips grasping and tightening
turning, turning the yearning and twisting... twists
tightening into HEAT and NEED and more...still more.

...and the shivers of want - need each touch, each grasp,
and then...god they flow further, further - 'cross and down
each lil hair gasps and cries - muscles quake and beg
and the heat - the HEAT ... and you HOLD your breath
you KNOW...K N O W what's happening next and and and
so forcefully exhale AS your hips just rise awaiting... awaiting -
THAT knowing touch...THAT touch right THERE
GOD its just right there - centered. 

Pressing tight - impossibly tight - to a rising YOU and then 
so flowing the length, the silken slick very center 
of all that is you at THIS moment, THIS instant,
and so impossibly entering within... so full and 
so wantonly, purposefully, will-fully... taking
and expanding - flowing - ever in and in stil touching

...your
heart
where they always   and will ever be...
the part of me
in you
that made us - we.