Firm,

Yet soft

Smooth silk

It soothes

I run my finger down the length

I grip the throbbing mass of nerves

Dry satin

My fingers play, dart and skip

Teasing for reaction

Twitch

It starts,

Eager and alert

Springs with life, it follows

Searching out the memory of my touch,

Wanting

A drop, a wistful tear

It aches

It cries for me

Spills out, clear and pure

My grasp tightens, then releases

I explore the depths below

Palm pressed,

The rising heat, the sticky redness,

Thick

Swelling

Pulsing

A deeper urge, a groan

Sounding from within

Ringing, singing sweetness in my ears

A cool whisper, I temper you,

My lips moist

My tongue a blade, a point

Glistening along the ridge

Relaxing, lapping, lightly lingering

Loosely laughing, filled with love

You quake for me

Squirm and writhe

Fiercely claw in desperation

My lips close at the summit

Hot breath

Steam

I take you in

Taste of sweat, as a hunger growls

Your rumbling resonates, echoes deep

You glide

Rigid, tense and turgid

A plea

A sigh

My eyes snap wide

Lips sealed in place

Riding the waves

Undulating

As the sea comes rushing in

Cresting, crashing

Salt and spray

I hold

Mercifully still

As the tension fades

The rhythm steadies

Soft,

Yet firm