Fingers dancing on your stomach,
softly, swiftly, no scratching,
but dancing.
They trek up from your hips,
to your stomach,
back around to your loves,
and keep moving.

Up past your rib-cage,
both hands,
tugging your shirt upwards.
Off.
Hands are back.
To your shoulder blades.

Breaths are deeper now,
as my hands come around front,
a bit stronger clutch now,
tantalizing, pestering,
baiting.

Collarbone to neck,
softly, tickling, warmth
grasping cheek bones,
coming closer.
Fingers on ears,
pulling, caressing,
closer.

Hands find their way to
the back of your head,
fingering your hair.
Teeth nibble a lobe,
pull back,
face to face.
The closer you come
to my lips,
in time,
the nearer,
in time,
you come.