Focus

The house is quiet, empty.
And we know we’re lucky:
Today we won’t have to be quiet,
Within our pleasure.

We only have a few minutes,
To satisfy each other,
But already we’re breathless,
From laughing and being together,
From stepping into your room and remembering all the other times when…

Standing,
You hold me to you,
Head tilted forward,
Forehead against mine,
Eyes closed.
I can feel your breath against my lips.
Our game is to hold that way, as long as we can,
Without giving in to kissing.
And we tease each other.
I run my hands in your hair first, then on your neck and under your shirt.
I feel you focus on your breathing as it speeds up,
Then you shift your weight and touch me.
Your hand on my cheek, then skin to skin on my hips and back.
I almost shiver, but hold back, not yet, I want to win this game.
I undo your belt, and slip my hand down,
Inside the back of your boxers,
Touching only your butt, lightly, teasing.
Then I can feel you want me,
You become rough, less careful and timid.
You hastily unbutton and, shove the waist of my pants down,
And grab my behind, under the black lace.
Your fingers slip down, as though curious to know,
Where they could bring me,
And my breath gets caught in my throat.
I close my eyes, my lips part
My brain twists and flows in incoherent waves,
The only thought being of how much I need this pleasure…
So, I lose,
Giving in to the temptation, my hand in your hair, I pull your mouth to mine,
And I kiss you hard,
Loving, and lustful.