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Last night I longed for your touch but you slept on,

unknowing.  I wanted to kiss your lips and savor the

taste I remember.  I would have let my tongue slowly

travel to your ears and I would have sucked on them

knowing how sensitive for you they are.  I would

have let myself slip to your neck, biting and

nipping, feeling you shiver with the excitement of

where I would travel next.  I would have let my

fingers brush your chest and then find their way to

your essence, to touch and caress your skin there,

feeling you surge against me.  I would have felt your

velvety softness growing hard with desire.  I can

only imagine tracing my way down your belly, your

hands trying to guide me were I know you want my

mouth, but I would only tease for now and play kisses

about your thighs.  I would have used my lips and

tongue to caress you, creeping closer, then pulling

back, away from your core.  I know your body so well,

each hill, your valleys, what makes you moan with

anticipation.  The sounds you’d make would have

pleased me, letting me feel that heady mixture of

power and pleasure, knowing that I am the one causing

you to quake, to groan aloud, to whimper and move

upon my lips.  Finally I would have given in to your

desire and let you feel the moist heat of my mouth,

sucking and pulling back, tasting the salty

sweetness, proof of your passion.  My nails would

have scratched and tickled at your sensitive places,

my fingers a caress.  I would have tested the limits

of your control, pushing you higher, until you begged

me to stop.  And finally, with pleasure near pain,

holding me, taking me, plunging well explored depths,

then lifting us to the heights we both know so well.

But last night you slept on,

and I only had my thoughts to keep warm me.