The watcher

In my mind's eye
I watch you
open wide your legs
upon the bed
your butterfly knees
while you
aware you are observed
slide fingers
from your moistening tongue
down the soft sheen slope
of your belly

your back arches as you
chase your body contours down
round curve and gully
reading the silent braille
of your skin
tickling a tingling trace
as you succumb
to the growing desire
in your mind

you push
beneath the binding cloth
feel elastic
slip across your nails
climb the cuticle
tenting the fabric
as knuckles bend
and fingers claw
through the furtive brush
to find the swelling
hardening
centre of your desire

while your other fingers and thumb
climb and cup your breast
find the thickening nipple
roll and pinch and pull
and below
dew runs slick and warm
onto your thighs
you butter the unfurling petals
with your rich ointment
the sticky scent
of your body's liquid gift
rises to your nostrils
you taste the tang
of your simmering musk
as your lip slips
between your teeth

and I watch
as your eyes meet mine
as your fingertips
find the roll of their music
plying the folds of flesh
pushing, pulling
conjuring the heat
up, up, up
into the growing bud

faster and faster
the fingers work the livid bulb
finding their fulcrum
their infinite wind
the rite of eight
the down and round
and up and round
and down and round
the flesh pulsing
under their cushioned pressure

and as you press and preen
pull dampened cloth aside
I see into you
through the glistening

gape
to the darkest entrancing core
of your passion

the centre of you rises
bucking
riding the fire
that flames within
winding
in the grip
of tightening spasm
and your anticipation calls
and mews
growls
catches in your throat
muffles breath tight
again
again
as sensation
conquers thought
and body rules
and cunt demands
and rocks rage rhythms
within you
stifling your yelps

harder and faster
and the blood burns
boils
the itch
the torment of unrelease
the climb to ecstasy
until
until
at last
at once
coming to the top
the tip
the wordless hah
the blessing
the thriving
striving
driving
jive of muscles
wave upon wave
contracting
shuddering
gripping
wracking
wrecking
widening
waylaying

weakening
slowing now
climbing down
coming down
coming home

and puckered fingers
leave this succulent nest
and climb to your mouth again
that you may taste
the sweet, sweet
nectar of release