To Touch a Woman

Button and Clasp I look at her and my mind is captivated. Beauty! A face that draws desire out of men, and women. Her long curling locks resting against the tender skin of her neck. Gracing the line of her face. Her clothes accentuate the beauty of her body so very well. In cut, form, and fashion. The V of her blouse showing just enough to engage the curious mind. What lies under that next button? What does she look like beneath that sleek fabric? What would she feel like under my hands? What glorious mysteries would be revealed, one after the other? Under button and clasp. What taught lines would pass beneath my fingers? What soft and yielding flesh would gain the deepest of my attentions? I wonder what she would smell like. Not the perfume or other ends. But that close up scent, intense with heat. The scent of her in bloom. What heaven would be seen from lover’s angles? What rapturous scenes would unfold as I turn and pull her? Moving her to those tried and true machinations of love? What sounds could I invoke under my touch and taste? If only I had days to spend on her every curve. Every texture and tenseness. There is nothing greater than feeling a woman melt under your tongue. No reward, no greater glory. Gripping her hips and pulling her in. What heaven is there but this? What would it be like to feel every inch of her? To feel that softness of inner thigh as I open those doors, Those gates to the Temple of the Goddess. Or to see the smooth lines of her back, And how they move as she clenches her hands against the sheets. What would she look like at that moment of climax? To look into her eyes at that primal moment. The dilation of her eyes, letting in the light of God. How the color of her eyes would change. Denser and deeper. Will that mystery be as beautiful as I imagine it will be? Will a blush grace that smooth and lovely cheek? What will the sound of her heart be? What will it feel like against my lips as I kiss her neck? As I kiss her wrist, her breasts, her belly? As I trace that V from her hips to her pleasure with my kisses? To feel that heat from her body? Radiant as the sun. We look up and catch each other’s eye, and smile. You have that smile and look that tell me you know what I have been thinking. We smile a little bit wider. You can tell I look at you with the respect of a mortal man, Beholding the visage of a Goddess. That when I see you I see the beauty and awesome power of the feminine form. That lies under button and clasp.