Digits of Pleasure

Motionless, the lotions, the oils, candles lit, scene set,
Wanting to please you with every movement.
Slow, soft, rapid, rough, tension released with every rub.
Shoulders loose, looking at me while I begin looking at you.
Heart rate removed from a snail's pace,
Accelerated chasing another escape.
Inching each digit closer to passion's cavern.
Candles blown, a silhouette of you shimmering,
Alone in this quest to bring goose bumps
From your toes to your chest.
Fingers circling love's cave of desire,
Heated, warm enough to start a fire,
Humid enough to slip and fall.
Digits crawl and explore each crevice,
Breathing intensifies, a strong release, loud cry, and a gasp.
Glad I could satisfy; for you had a long day at work and
All I did was dream of you all day and think about tonight...