All I Can Give

I watch your hand slide
slow and intentionally, down the front
of my hot flesh. The hills and valleys
of my breasts shiver at your seductive touch.
I watch your lips part, slow and needy.  
See your tongue slip out between. The tip
a hard, moist point of need and desire,
anticipating tastes and textures.
I feel my hips rise, swift and hard up to the
hand that cups her. Wet center of desire
desperately seeking solid resistance in search of  
relief. I watch your eyes burn at the touch of  
knowing fingers on my bead, and then close, as eager  
tongue slips into core. Shoulders meet hips,  
lips to lips. Arms hold all that I can give, ecstasy
the final release.