Tension

How tight it made me squeeze!
A long contraction weaving like a snake,
from my belly button all the way down
to spin through the circles of my pelvis
before slithering it's way
out of my pussy,
until just it's tip remained.
Doubling upon itself it would coil, knot and unfurl before
wriggling back up,
the juice of my sex trailing behind it.
Physically painful is my lust sometimes.

I can recall you now, and smell you still.
I can feel you hugging me
from behind,
fingertips on hip bones,
shoulder blades inches from breastbone,
your temple pressed to my cranium,
a consistent insistence,
by way of the lightest pressure,
forcing my neck to preen and stretch for you.
Grace in my movement,
my arch informed by my imagination and proximity to those lips.
Those lips!
What would they feel like tracing down my jugular..nibbling in?

If your temple moves even the slightest distance,
if we allow one minuscule motion too much,
they will meet,
your lips and my neck. Tasting sex.

Our sway is so slight, so still,.
To move is to brush and shock your quietly hard cock,
Him that we are silently and keenly aware of.
Must not move a hair..
breath upon my neck..lips so close..
the scratch of your jaw calling my attention with every exhalation. Tempting me..
press back!...
My pussy so swollen and wet it literally drips,
neodymium magnet in my panties,
attracted to the steely hardness in your pants.
I have to fight to hold my hips still!
I feel you ( yet you don't move at all!)
fighting your own fingertips,
fighting to not pull me hard,deep into you..
your fingers betray you..so,so slightly.
Unspoken and acknowledged only
by the grateful and surprised twitch of your cockhead.
Sinking into it, I can feel it still, it's happening now...
Reality calls.
A deep inhale,
a smirk in the eyes
and once again,
the most longing of goodbyes.