This night of missing you,
alone with my body and mind,
velvet skin without your touch,
my fingers' grace will find.

Your voice in my thoughts,
your light in my eyes,
this verbal penetration,
a begging pearl between thighs.

Music so sweet,
It's your skin flute that plays;
My body your listener,
Forgetting to count the days.

An opening rose,
milky droplets of dew;
Soft petals of woman,
scented sweetly for you.

Hummingbird rythm
a low, earthy sound
Lick my fingertip, faster,
sliding, round and round.

You are so near now;
The night is drumming;
Two fingers slip inside,
My thumb is still strumming;

A wave is crashing,
wetness is rushing;
My face is hot,
in excitement blushing.

You're so far away,
loving alone, not the same;
but for a series of long seconds,
an orgasm moaned your name.

c.2004 sbhenderson

[COLOR=green] I love all of your poems so far. You are a damn good writer. Keep up the good work.