A Woman"s Needs
"A Woman's Needs" Eyes closed, as if in prayer, my breath comes out in short gasps.
Something stirs and grows within me, its fury building, hurtling towards the surface until every sound fades like a distant echo in the night.
Nothing prepares me for this craving, wanting.
More.
Now.
Its intensity takes me by surprise.
I am held powerless to say no.
But then, I do not want to.
Say "No" to this sea of pleasure, it's sensual delights washing over me grasping insistently at my very core.
Come to me.
Now.
Or are you waiting? For what? Do not ask me to wait any longer for I am beyond reason, beyond control, beyond wanting to stop.
My skin tingling and awakened I lay awake tonight remembering and imagining, the feel of your hands as they lightly explored the sensitive skin along my inner leg the other night as I lay on your shoulder.
Pretending to be asleep.
I remember the warmth of your breath as it caressed my neck.
And when you whispered my name in my ear I felt a shiver run down my spine to my hips and to that place between my thighs.
Why whisper? When I know you heard my breath quicken, when I know you felt the heat rising from my still body, when I know you saw my lips slowly part in anticipation? I held my breath then as I wondered what you would do next.
And I was not disappointed.
Now, my hands begin to move, slowly, willingly, urgently.
Knowing what I want they show me what I can do on my own to carry me across, and indulge the images playing in my mind.
Ever so clearly.
Over and over again.
I struggle to keep myself from surrendering to each unrepentant wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, if only to prolong the moment, as it reminds me of what I cannot have for the moment.
Now.
With you.
But I cannot wait for the next time.
I cannot wait.
And so I lie on my bed, now, doing what your hands should be doing.
Patience has never been my virtue.
Waiting never an option.
I want what I want.
I desire what I desire.
I do as I please to please me, to take me to that place where time stops and I feel myself rising above my body as I let out a soft moan.
Calling out to the gods, eyes closed as if in prayer, my breath comes out faster now.
Faster.
Until finally, I scream out.
No, not your name.
Mine.
Tonight.
Now.
Mine.
Something stirs and grows within me, its fury building, hurtling towards the surface until every sound fades like a distant echo in the night.
Nothing prepares me for this craving, wanting.
More.
Now.
Its intensity takes me by surprise.
I am held powerless to say no.
But then, I do not want to.
Say "No" to this sea of pleasure, it's sensual delights washing over me grasping insistently at my very core.
Come to me.
Now.
Or are you waiting? For what? Do not ask me to wait any longer for I am beyond reason, beyond control, beyond wanting to stop.
My skin tingling and awakened I lay awake tonight remembering and imagining, the feel of your hands as they lightly explored the sensitive skin along my inner leg the other night as I lay on your shoulder.
Pretending to be asleep.
I remember the warmth of your breath as it caressed my neck.
And when you whispered my name in my ear I felt a shiver run down my spine to my hips and to that place between my thighs.
Why whisper? When I know you heard my breath quicken, when I know you felt the heat rising from my still body, when I know you saw my lips slowly part in anticipation? I held my breath then as I wondered what you would do next.
And I was not disappointed.
Now, my hands begin to move, slowly, willingly, urgently.
Knowing what I want they show me what I can do on my own to carry me across, and indulge the images playing in my mind.
Ever so clearly.
Over and over again.
I struggle to keep myself from surrendering to each unrepentant wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, if only to prolong the moment, as it reminds me of what I cannot have for the moment.
Now.
With you.
But I cannot wait for the next time.
I cannot wait.
And so I lie on my bed, now, doing what your hands should be doing.
Patience has never been my virtue.
Waiting never an option.
I want what I want.
I desire what I desire.
I do as I please to please me, to take me to that place where time stops and I feel myself rising above my body as I let out a soft moan.
Calling out to the gods, eyes closed as if in prayer, my breath comes out faster now.
Faster.
Until finally, I scream out.
No, not your name.
Mine.
Tonight.
Now.
Mine.
