Satin Sheets

Satin sheets against my skin,
Stirring erotic fantasies within,
Cool and silky to the touch,
My mind uses them as a crutch.

The minutes pass; the chimes, they toll,
I never seem to reach my goal,
Memories; they flood in and out,
Tender thoughts of you throughout. 

Caressing as if my hands are you,
Heightened senses crest, then subdue,
Sweetened torture is what I seek,
Not quite reaching that desired peak. 

My fingers have intentions of their own,
As I lie here to writhe and moan,
With my body covered in sheen,
I find a place no longer in between.

I scream aloud your name and sigh,
Dew covered hand rests upon my thigh,
Breathing abates, but heart still races,
My mind reaches out for your embraces.
 

September, 2003