FANTASY

That first touch
Breathing heavy,
Afraid and yet
Eyes steady,
They close
And drift away.
Adult thoughts
Tremulous thighs,
Sobs and sighs
Squirming with heat
Is that lust in your eyes?
Quivering lip
Stroked by a moist tongue
Though only the tip,
Your gasps and moans
Accompany the sweet flow
So strong
So wrong,
Oh so very wrong.
The silken lace triangle
Sculptured to your form in white,
Unfolds hesitantly
To reveal the purest delight.
Untouched, unsoiled
Petals from the delta of Venus itself,
I cup my hands beneath you
And carry you from the shelf.
Your head settles on the pillow
Naked and trembling on cool sheet,
From chastity to womanhood
Stolen moments, fantasy replete.

Phil Hall  May 2014