Throb and Wait

 
To reach out and grasp what is yours and yours alone is the task that has yet to take shape.
You long and you wait loosing patience when what you want...what you need is within arms length of consuming your aching.
My body dances the motions of our entertwining but is your body dancing that same rhythm?
Why has my flesh not been your mouths final meal when you can taste me with your eyes?
Does the throbbing not draw you to break me?
You wait, you watch, you throb and you ache when pleasure is just an outstretched hand, your mouth on my bared and dripping skin, your body dancing in motion with mine.
So I ask why have you not held me in your grasp yet? Why allow the tease to drag on when you could have everything your body so wants?
You'll throb and wait until you lay claim on what could and should be yours.