Phone Sex

Her voice pours out of the darkness from sheets made of satin,
Rich and golden, with a slow sweetness he can taste in his mouth.
He can feel her fingers running up his chest, as the hairs rustle,
Stopping at his nipples, which rise to life with tingling excitement.
Like her voice, her breath is soft and warm, so close to his ear.
There is a stirring in his loins. He whispers words, soft words
That carry no meaning, with dulcet tones and empty promises.
She sighs as she hears him speak. He wants her to want him
As he wants her. He wants to taste her, to smell her, to touch her,
To see her. Her voice graces his tongue like peppermint candy.
He breathes deep her musky tones. His skin glows like an oven
Above him, beneath him, beside him, below him, before him,
Where ever she may be at any given moment in time, doing
Whatever it is that she may be doing. His tongue flicks at shadows.
Her hand warmly embraces his length. Her sighs become moans,
Soft and muted, as she devours him. He probes deep within,
Her moans rushing from her mouth as she demands him,
Wants him, craves him. She begs him, pleads with him, orders him
To fulfill her. He smiles in the darkness, his every wish to please her.
She screams a muffled scream as he enters her, her bottom lip held
Between her teeth. He gasps sharply. Her liquid warmth surrounds him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they begin their dance, the beat of two hearts
Providing a rhythm unique to them, to the moment, to their desire.
Slowly, ever so slowly, their hearts beat faster, as they move faster,
Hips undulating, sweat mingling, slick skin sliding. He gasps with pleasure.
She moans in anticipation. Faster and faster, they move against each other
With each other. Faster and faster, do they dance, faster and faster,
As the song quickens the tempo. Deeper, he cries. Harder, she moans.
Groaning with pleasure, they move faster until they can take no more.
With a burst of most exquisite light, they explode together,
Joining their ecstasy as one. They fall apart, separately,
In their sweat soaked beds, as they make their way back into the world.
One of them laughs in joy, the other just smiles widely into the night.
With tremors sweeping through their bodies, they whisper goodnight,
Hang up the phone, then roll over to fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Copyright 1998, Martin Hackett