| The rule is you have to be still
My fingers entwine yours
My palm in the small of your back,
spiralling
My mouth on the soles of your feet
Everywhere I go there are tremors
tiny involuntary movements of desire
My face next to your face, your lips
reach out to mine. No cheating!
My fingers brush a nipple,
gently cup a breast, a teasing nibble
My hand flat on your stomach slowly slides
downward
Your muscles rigid with excitement
Your mouth open, gasping, anticipating
Inside I feel your pulse | 
