Weight of A Stare

You have gotten under my skin
 
You sit and watch
 
My movements and breaths
 
Alone it is an erotic aphrodisiac
 
You make my mind soar into the sweet dark
 
Allowing you without allowing you to explore
 
The weight of your stare mimics the pressure of a body lying above me
 
Your eyes heat as I spread open and invite your gaze
 
I want to touch
 
I want you to touch
 
but this is not what this is
 
I can feel a trickle flow out  
 
I lift my hand to ease my want
 
Don't do that!
 
Don't stop watching
 
I need you to finish me off
 
I spread even wider
 
My nipples ache
 
My clit's pulse is playing a jungle beat
 
My pussy lips are saying
 
Feed ME
 
Head falls back
 
and I swear I feel you
 
I just feel the thick, heaviness of your stare
 
and my orgasm will be a reward
 
if I can hold on