Private Promises

I lay my hands
flat
against your bare chest
my lips
brush softly
across your earlobe
I whisper
that it will be alright
that I want you
I need you

My hands
gently caress your neck
as you face me
my thumbs
along your hairline
my fingertips
grazing your throat
I don't move fast

I touch you slow

I have so much to tell you
to show you
to feel you
to learn you

I run my hands
along the ripple of your muscle
the strong rise
just over your hip bone
the wide expanse
of your beautiful chest
the gentle softnes
of your thick lips
I whisper in your ear
these private promises
of lust