One night....

Hair fire red and tousled  beneath my fingers,
The feather touch of her mouth beneath mine.
The rounded softness of femininity yielding to my touch.
My pulse like a freight train in my ears .
Adrenaline flooding my senses until I am drunk with desire.
Her tongue , impossibly pink, slides into my mouth, hesitant at first...
Soft skin flushed and radiant, blue eyes inviting, challenging.
I am the humming bird.. drawn to this sweet elixir,
To delicately taste this female form for the first time.
Soft contours of hip and breast against mine.
Fleeting moment ... and yet it has awakened my senses.
A longing to feel those white fingers upon my breasts, to slide between my thighs.
Slippery with passion, my river an ocean on which she must sail.
I smile a wistful smile..... I wait ....... no doubt she will return....