Waiting

She hears me climb the stairs,
Each step a torture,
As she waits,
For me.

I do not hurry,
She has been,
Aching,
All day,
Waiting,
For me.

She hears me open,
Then shut the door,
Step across the entry,
Start up the stairs,
Her body throbbing,
Her voice sobbing,
All day,
Waiting,
For me.

She dreams,
Of me standing before her,
Reaching for her,
Of my hands on her,
My fingers caressing her,
Of my lips meeting hers,
Kissing her,
Of the ache growing within her,
Waiting,
For me.

She bites her lips,
Working them in anticipation,
She pets her breasts,
Pinches her nipples in impatience,
Her arms wrapping around,
Hugging herself in anticipation,
Waiting,
For me.

Her nipples arouse,
Thinking of me,
Suckling them,
Her fingers dip into wetness,
Between her soft, moist, folds,
In hunger,
Waiting,
For me.

Her breath quickens,
Her breast heaves,
Her legs tremble,
As she writhes,
Waiting,
For me.

She is desperate,
As I enter,
Our bedroom,
Slowly,
Teasingly,
Undress slowly,
My eyes locked,
Onto hers,
Still,
She waits,
For me.

She lies back,
Arches her back,
Pivots her hips up,
Spreads her legs,
Welcoming,
And,
Waiting,
For me.

My hands touch her knees,
Caress slowly,
Down her thighs;
My fingers dip,
Inside her;
Now moistened,
Massage her clit;
Drift up her body;
Cuddle her breasts;
Slide off her sides;
Brace my weight;
I lean forward;
Kiss her;
My tongue,
Deeply inside her mouth;
Still she waits,
For me.

I lower my hips,
Toward hers;
My cock’s head,
Parts her cunt’s lips;
Slides within her;
Stretching her,
Slowly filling her;
Our groins grind,
Her wait,
For me,
Complete.