Getting Dressed: His Eyes On Me

Something about the way his eyes dance across my skin, when, I’m getting dressed

Breasts exposed; he can see my perky nipples

I know it send a ripple throughout him, as it does me

Patiently, I await him, in my mind I can already feel his presence

His chest pressed against my back

Lips on my neck

One hand on my breast

The other on my inner thigh

Shower kisses on my shoulder, then my back

I turn my head left to get a taste of his tongue, so sweet, the way he caresses me

Hands on my belly

Slowly, drifting

He touches me, repeatedly

The feeling sends me

Moments later, he has me dripping