Stoking the Fire

Soft feathery kisses on the nape of my neck,

Across my collarbone,

The silky smooth skin of my shoulder.

Driving me slowly, deliciously, insane.

Hands wrapped in my hair,

Stroking my scalp, running your fingers through the length of my hair.

Kisses on my ear, soft hot breath stoking an already hot fire within

Wet tongue touches my ear lobe, teasing, tempting.

This slow foreplay dance making me squirm with pleasure and need.

I want you.