The Pinnacle Of No Contact

Let your chains come undone
feel me moan against your weakness
as I unplug distance
and plug in yielding but roaming touches
to your intimate passage and surrounding forest's
filled with creatures that bathe your internal echo.  
Look at me, and capture, and frame my venerability.

Suck me into your soaking wet exposure.  
Try and keep still while your nerves dance
and scream at the controls in your brain saying we want it.
Your legs open and close like heavens windows
and I want to take every opportunity to enter.  
I feel your misting thighs swelter from across the room.  
I stroke your warmth with only my selfish wants,
and I want to give more than just looks to your deepest needs.
No contact but puddles underneath you verify how much your feeling me.
 
My eyes beg you let me fill it.  
Your skirt rises
and I pick you up just high enough
so you have no choice but to come down on me
and you do want to don't you
Our thoughts not yet facts just visions for now
and I look forward to when our shadows reenact
but for now this is just the pinnacle of no contact.