In my shadowy bedroom
The heat of the day
trying to
be kept at bay
by the drawn bamboo curtains
The whirr of the fans
the only sound
A single drop of moisture
runs down between my breasts
I wonder
what it would be like
to have you
catch that drop
with your tongue
What it would
feel like
to have your lips
in that valley
between my breasts
blowing
on the damp skin
I feel a tell tale pressure
starting
to build deep
within
down to my core
How would you
ease my ache?
Reduce this pressure?

I wait
to be explored…

copyright 17 July 2012 catherine anne hayes