Satin Over Steel

I stood under the shower and let the almost too hot spray dance over me. I thought about you and how much I wanted to taste your mouth. I eased just the tip of my tongue out into the water and felt the heat of it, the tickle and wetness of it on my face.

I wondered how my tongue would feel to be dragged across the warm pale skin of your torso. There isn't a taste there but I like the texture. I like the warmth that radiates from you when I explore the contours of your body with my tongue. You feel like satin over steel. I can feel your heart pacing like a too eager horse.

Everything on you is warm, and sleek and strong. It fascinates me how well you balance that cool restraint with animal attraction.I have never mastered it.I cannot stifle a cry of ecstasy. I barely remember to turn my head into the pillow to muffle them when I crisis.