I feel you

I feel you.
You haven’t touched me yet.
And still, I feel you.
As if your soul stepped ahead of you,
Impatient as your body took its time.

You exhale slowly. Deliberately.
Warming the nape of my neck.
Your breath wrapping around
Stroking my cheek.

Waves of excitement rolling through me.
Eagerness for your touch permeating every part of me.

I hear the faint rustle of cotton.
Your arms are moving toward me.
Soon I will feel the strength and power of you
wrapped around me enveloping me
I am giddy with anticipation.

Fingers finally make contact.
A current of desire and heat races through me.
The wholeness of your body collides with mine
You bring me into you.
My senses hypersensitive
Desperate to take in as much of you as possible.

The smell of your skin
The scent of your hair
The rhythmic pounding of your heart
Euphoria spreads like a drug.
It floods every cell with desire.
The desire to possess you
and to be possessed by you.

Your body pushed against me tells me this is not a dream.
You are here.
You are real.