Me and him.

He brushed his hands against mine and waited.
His intense eyes searched for answers.
But I stood rooted.

He inched closer in calculative silence.
His chest brushing against my tensed breasts
He didn't wait anymore for answer.
For the answer was obvious.

His intentions and my heaving submission.
Grabbing my hair he breathed fire on my craning neck.
His sharp nose tweaking me here and there.
We stood transfixed in the surging undercurrents.
With eyes locked and beats resonating in our ears.

Coursing my modesty with his agile fingers
He stopped between my cleavage.
Freeing me from my grace.
He slowly kneaded my assets.

The touch of his coarse palms
The growing bulge below his waist.
Mind was senseless

But when he traced my dewed navel.
I clung to him to stop myself from bursting.

Cradling me to his chest
He comforted me as I released.
From the anguishing ecstacy that was building

We stood there for moments without further discovery.
In our magical world, serenely comforted.

Till there was knock on the door announcing my husband's arrival.