The Hands of Desire

Laying upon her sheets, waiting supine
for the hands of desire to caress her body;
feeling the warmth of love embrace her,
and the soft lips of passion meet hers.

With excited breath, she lets those hands
travel across her tender breasts;
shockwaves of delight pulsing through her
as those hands roam down to where they are needed most
caressing, rubbing, and sending the mad heat
of undeniable pleasures throughout her.
She grips the sheets to stop herself
from being swept away
in the tides of ecstasy that engulf her.

Her breathing choses to become a moan
as the prodigious member of carnal desire
presses to her sensitive and welcoming lips.
Soon, her actions, thoughts and feelings mean nothing
beneath the sensations that are growing within her.
She cries out to the heavens, over and over
With passion more fiery than the sun
and bliss such as no other has known.
Her body spasms, dancing madly in fits of delight
as her mind fades into thoughtless wondering.
Her eyes search for the face of a lover
who, like the dark night, comes and goes without warning
and there is no trace of her wonderful partner.

She collapses to her bed,
floating on the comfort it brings
and flying upon sensations that still fill her.
A smile is lighting up her face,
for she knows,
the hands of desire will take her again,
just never soon enough.