Secret Desire

Straight from the shower,
room fills with steam.
   Fragrant as a flower,
   sweet and clean.
Covered with a towel,
hot and wet.
  I'm on the prowl,
  that you can bet.
I wish you'd take it off,
but you're a tease.
  Will you let me see it?
  Oh honey please.
Dropped to the floor
by a simple phrase.
  I can only stop,
  look and gaze.
Beautiful, wet and so inviting,
as breathtaking as my first
sighting.
  Next in goes your fingers,
  motionless for a moment,
  do they linger.
Then you rub and stroke it
with a gentle hand.
 I can hardly watch,
 too weak to stand.
Next comes your tools,
each laid in place.
 That little smile covers
 your face.
You then recite the rules,
so few yet so cruel.
 No begging, no touching,
 not even a sound.
In these rules no comfort
to be found.
 Only if granted permission
 may I partake, for that word
 my heart longs and aches.
Then you tease and
stroke it some more.
 Pulling on that knot,
 until it is sore.
Unfulfilled, unfinished,
not even close, you've
given permission for what
I want most.
 I put my face close and
 take a deep breath, heaven
 is so close, so must be death.
I let it down, run my fingers
through it. I pick up the brush
and go straight to it.
  I comb, stroke, untangle,
  and tame it. If necessary
  I will bind it.
So excited, so aroused,
I don't know if I will be
able to quit.
  My hands in your hair,
  wanting to touch you ...,,
  Everywhere.