A Gift in a Moment of Time

A Gift in a Moment of Time

His eyes
a reflection
from within
as
my own thoughts
become mine,
I gaze down
seeing Him
yet seeing me
smiling at my
ownself

Alone,
yet not quite
hot water
splashing over me
slippery fingers
over my skin
tingling and burning
across my nipples
my own gasps
expressions
of the need
He draws from me

Against
the wall
cool tile on skin
opening
for Him,
for me
water caressing
abandoned
and free
in this moment
of mine
of His

Silky
soothing oil
my own love
massaging my skin
dancing upon my thighs
tracing the curves
teasing my reactions
brushing my breasts
brushing my nipple
sucking my own finger
looking at His expression
enjoying the scent
that he would

Knowing
without seeing
my eyes glazed
skin blazing
losing myself
voice crying
before Him
this freedom
a sensuous thing
Seeing
that confidant smile
that gazes
upon me
Certain
that I have
given the pleasure
of my own gift
to Him
in
A Moment of Time