Needs

From across the table I receive an invitation to be self-assured

Alluding softly to what she needs, blushing occasionally

warm beneath her cheeks

A considerate gesture of consent and caring eyes relieve her lingering uncertainty

I watch you open, willing and hoping for a new embrace

I need the woven, maroon and swollen folds from underneath

Carefully crafting intricate designs,

tracing intangible shadows just beyond my fingertips that gently orchestrate a subtle graze of precious skin makes a light turn bright within

a random path of reeling anticipation

And I know, this torturous teasing must end

Plunging forward as it undulates within and I watch you open,

unthroned and focused on this unforeseen, overt and loaded,

brazen and doted…all to fill this need

It's like a perfect conversation only the words aren't in the way - no contrived colloquialism

No polarized disguise permanently handicapping me

You see, there's got to be a reason for this timid tyranny

I'm glad this is so complicated; her gaze soft as is her skin

To watch you floating, replete and soaking from a subtlety that left you broken,

quivering and hoping to be temporarily complete.

The single breath taken before (contains a placid sea) in which I see myself reflecting

glancing back at me

And although selfish it may seem (to seek your every need),

I think you'll find a pleased receiver ready and on her knees