A Blissful Reunion
Absence may make a heart fond But in this moment, It is surely not my heart that aches His strong arms, broad chest Shoulders meant to anchor – Fingernails [a sigh], Ankles [a gasp], Knees [so deep] Lips, plump, heated. Incredible. His tongue – electric and sweet Mind-blowingly talented A mere kiss hello My body rises to meet him Hips and breasts leading the way With one look Reduces me To but a quivering mass of wanton desire His powerful hands embrace me Suddenly I am small, feminine My heart quickens I feel his excitement Hot and turgid Wresting against cloth to be freed
Tumbling into my hands I smooth his steel Eyes wide with anticipation My mouth hungry Lips wrapped, tongue coiled Wet, constant, thrilling Clothes stripped away In his rugged and careful hands I am Worshipped His tongue – in a word, Gifted Stirring, satisfying Sets me ablaze Posed beneath his untamed instrument My glistening lips pout Ready to receive him Exposed and trusting, we move as one Surrendering to the thrust and piston To the arc and sway Rewarded by whimpers and growls Breath from blistering to deliberate A chorus rises between us Teeth nip at necks Fingers twist in satin We are sweat-drowned – Sated Together, we are passion All consuming and trembling Delirious When he goes, I will miss him When he calls, I will come [again and again] Until our next blissful reunion
Caycie Thompson 