The D Spot

and I trace my fingers gently across the line of your jaw
tipping my head back to look in your eyes.
your hands on my waist
our hips so close close closer
My fingers wrap in your hair
do you bend towards me or do I pull you?
does it matter anyway…
lips meet with sweet softness
chills and heat race thru me simultaneously.
You breathe deep, arms tighten
I melt into you
and awaken
sweat-drenched and lonely
my hands clenched in useless fists.