Me, myself and my fingers

Low lights, shadows playing off the ceiling
The air thick with promise of satiety
French vanilla candles flickering, scenting the room
Underlying exotic smells bloom as my essence is awakened
Folds are gently parted and the flower is unearthed
Ready to burst into bloom because it has been pruned and nurtured
Tentative touching, taking time to indulge
Playing out the exquisite torture
Wondrous exploration; every time it’s different and every time it’s the best
Finding that rhythm; building that wave; surfboard
Riding to crescendo; cresting; waves washing over me
I’m undone.