A gentle touch upon the back begins to tease,
Caressing as softly as the morning breeze;
Black mirrored pools as the eyes dilate,
Sensing each ripple that the nails create;
The skin shivers and trembles under the touch,
Never have two bodies been wanting so much;
The back arched, undulating with each stroke,
The fingers knowing what feelings to invoke;
A fluid motion, a single line along the spine,
Left to explore the body, a shape divine;
Shapeless circles now the fingers make,
As the resistant walls begin to break;
A softened sigh escapes, glides in the air,
A whispered sound so light, a voice so fair;
From whispers and glances thoughts entwine,
So as the hands glide down the bodies align;
Languidly falling into the timeless shape,
Eyes, longing and wanting, with no escape;
The glistening crystal drops, begin to form,
Preparing and paving the way for the storm.
