Foreplay,(Poem - M/F Rom)

Foreplay

My hands glide softly over your naked skin
Following warm curves, the contours of your body.
The smoothness fascinates me and the tiny, downy hairs
Tickle slightly against my fingers and, at times, the back of my hands.

Your body responds to my caresses; small muscles twitch
And your breathing quickens, as my hands and splayed fingers
Find erogenous zones, hidden until now but so, so responsive
To the passage of my gliding fingertips and ultra-sensitive palms.

Along your arms, across your petite, soft shoulders, to neck crease
Down then along the swell of your small, sweet breasts;
Crowned by puffy aureoles, centred by growing nipples which
Grow darker and elongate, in anticipation of what is yet to come.

Cupping these half globes in my hands, nipples pushing  upward
And sliding hot and pebble hard, into the centres of my palms.
Lower swell of breast gliding under my electric finger tips,
Their heat searing me; shape so very pleasing to my touch.

Outward now; following ribcage; along tapered waist, then inward
To soft, smooth tummy; bellybutton, long unneeded mother attachment,
Deep and yielding to the passage of my searching fingers.
A sigh escapes your lips; downward motion of my hands never ceasing.

And now your centre glides, hairs tickling, beneath my roving hand---
Hot, moist, swelling lips, engorging with excitement, glittering wetly.
Warm breath against my fevered skin; face tucked into the crook
Of my neck; your sweet mouth panting your need, your desire.

My fingers delving between the slick, puffed lips of your nether region,
Gliding in slippery wetness , as they memorize the folds and creases,
Bumps and projections. Your hips beginning to respond
In that age-old, instinctive motion; humping their tormentors.

Lower now in that wonderous grove, dipping into pooling moisture;
Revelling in the knowledge that you are ripe and oh so ready
To receive my pulsing member into your dripping core.
So ready, so receptive, so needing of my probe.

Stiff fingers slide upward into your hot, wet and twitching passage,
Your hips hump forward, eager to have them fill you there;
Anxiously forcing them to maximum penetration, splaying within you.
Swollen lips indented to the pressure against my hand.

My thumb has found your 'little man,' applying slight pressure
And tantalizing movement; brushing, feather-like, from the sidelines.
Your hips have saturated your mind with their need to respond,
Humping my ever moving fingers and thumb, seeking rhythmic movement.

My eyes sweep your long back and tapered waist, so smooth
So beautifully curved, indented by backbone until, ending abruptly,
The sweet round globes of your ever moving, humping arse flows
In split, round perfection; rising, receding, rolling to and from my hand.

Nowhere on God's green earth exists a sight so erotically stimulating,
As in that globular motion; rising, receding, rolling to and fro.
I watch and feel as tremors ride your flesh and seize your body;
That bliss called orgasm, taking your body; nerve-ends pumping pleasure.

As, ceasing all breath, with spasm like shudders, your hips hold---
Hold and then relax. Flushed, some tension gone, motionless now.
Soon (not long at all), your mouth, now near my ear, expels long sigh
And whispers, "I need you in me now----I need your cock to fill me."

And I, oh so willingly, comply; my penis-sword, sliding into
Your ridged, vaginal-scabbard to the hilt of the tight, hot depths of you.
Control gone, my hardness fills you, reaming your inner core,
Plunging in and out of your slick, hot hole----exploding, nerves flashing.

Afterward---once again I fill my eyes with your smooth-skinned back
And tapered waist, rising roundly to those magnificent, twinned globes
That God, in all His glorious scenes, in all this fair, wide world
Has never duplicated---------and probably never will.