Skin Against Skin

Paper and Pen skin against skin... your paper against my pen... that’s when… …the poetry begins... my ink develops into words written on your sacred pages autographing your secret places enveloped in your skin… exposed pages embraced revealing hidden desires with each stroke of my pen… …against your paper my skin against… on… in… your skin… …where the poetry begins... immortalizing my thoughts within your flesh writing my pleasures… …and pain it’s a thin line crossed frequently subjecting you …to versatility compelling you to …release …again …and …again …and …again against my skin the script has been written no more ink in my pen …this is where the poetry ends. To Be Continued… For months now, we have teased each other through sexually explicit telephone conversations. Countless verbal interactions ending in simultaneous orgasmic satisfaction, as many nights of simple conversations led to heavy breathing and sounds of self pleasure. We talked for hours verbalizing and fantasizing, telling tales of what we would do to each other when that special moment occurred. I can remember several days of hiding erections while at work aroused by the mere naked thoughts of you. Various positions and scenarios played and replayed in my mind until our connections became a mural of erotica painted upon the walls of my mental. Finally, the day has arrived, the mix of anxiety and curiosity fill the air and my body is so sensitive that I’m actually tingling at the thought of your touch. Anticipation causes me to arrive a little early just to create the atmosphere for our meeting. My cell phone rings and I know it’s you by the ringtone. I answer and the sound of your voice arouses me to the point that I can barely focus on what you are saying. We get off the phone and I can see your car pull into the parking lot as I look through the window. There is a knock at the door, it’s you. I open the door and instantly I am awestruck. I get lost in your eyes for a moment before I scan your beautiful cappuccino brown body. It’s like time stopped for a brief minute and all that mattered was you and me. Before I could say a word you walk to me and I kiss you. Your lips are so soft and you feel so good in my hands as I grip your waist, pulling you closer into me. And here we stand, in the doorway devouring each other as our tongues dance with each other and our hands roam free. The touch of your skin is just as I imagined, yet nothing prepared me for the fire ignited from your kiss. (to be continued...)