Prelude

I press against you from behind
You feel me harden against your softness
My hand traces your breasts through your shirt
And stops at your buttons
Undo just a few to reach the lace beneath
Tracing your nipples with my fingertips
The texture of your bra like Braille
Telling me, “Yes…there!”
I feel you harden too
Delicious anticipation!
I find the clasp in front
The one hand unsnap
(All those years of practice makes perfect)
Almost full access now
I feel you begin to melt against me
Prelude
To melting in you