Yours...

I'm sitting in my shell, anticipating the moment when you will come for me. You see me and you cradle me gently. Your eyes become soft at the sight of my presence. Present am I, yours for the taking. I'm aching to be touched by you. my skin rolling under your finger's touch. I am the kiss to your klimt, waiting to become the art I will be when you use your fingertips to bring me to life. You take off my jacket slowly and pour me on the bed. my earthen color and my sweet fragrance begin to fill the air. You slowly begin to clean me, making sure I'm pure for the moment we become one. I tremble with each touch of your fingers as you gently wipe each inch of me coaxing and turning me slowly and deliberately. if i could name your touch I still would be wordless cuz I can't words have not been invented that describes the way i feel when you caress me. How long have I waited for these moments. How long have you prepared me for the moment we would be as one your lips on me waiting on the effects you know only I can bring. I was born for this moment, nurtured and cared for just to give the pleasure that you seek. I lie naked to you now completely: clean, pure except for the places where you have touched me. I'm wrapped in the sheets cold from the exposure but I say nothing because the fire that's about to start will will produce the heat needed to have my body smoldering. I know our love affair will be brief but I don't care. Ours is a combination that is hypnotic and intoxicating, clarifying and sensual all in one short encounter. Ooooh, your lips are hot and wet at the same time and you coax and pull on me begging me to give you more. I give in and give you as much as you will allow me to give and more. You step away, breathless and full, wanting more of me but pausing to gather the moment. You cover me once more and just when I know we are about to do this dance until we are both spent and breathless, you callously pass me on to the next nigger and I'm no longer that thrill for you alone. You want others to feel my poison. How could you? I thought I was your mary jane...