I lay there in our bed nude barely awake in that in between state of conciousness and dream.
You come to me lay with me under warm blanket atop cool sheets warm fleshy body next to mine.
You glide ur hand across my back then move it down and then between my thighs.
That moment that waiting that lasts and lasts and lasts the waiting that never ends.
My heart screams my flesh just wants to consume all of you in that second that is my forever agony.
It hurts to be still this long while you tease with that touch, that lingering of decision of whether to commit to entrance.
Then although you didnt intend on the work you can not control that painful anticipation that you have created by remembering inside of me.
You find it and I feel overwhelmed and you feel it too i hear it in your breathing.

michelle soares

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moment-that-lasts/