Watching her nipple come erect Under the fabric of her blouse Sensing the thoughts she needed to hide Seeing her lips form the ghost of a smile I knew I dreamed of the night to come Of running my hands up under her blouse To feel the silken touch of her skin Of undressing her Of feeling the quiver my touch would release In her In me Of slowly caressing Kissing Tasting her body Bringing her, bringing me To the edge Again and again Of rising hard against her In a sweaty tangle of limbs Entering, withdrawing, thrusting In rising heat Rising tension Rising joy Until At last When neither of us Could be contained a moment longer When the heat of our passion Would seem to consume us Then, in one sweet moment of glory Surrendering my soul to that moment Being drawn totally inside her Feeling the urgent, silken pulsations Of her body Of mine And coming Watching me Watching her nipple come erect Under the fabric of her blouse Sensing the thoughts I needed to hide Seeing my lips form the ghost of a smile She knew