Gentle Caresses
Shyly, you looked up at me,
Your eyes fluttering beneath the curtain of your hair,
That fell in your face,
As your head was bowed with shyness and anticipation.
Smiling, I tipped up your chin,
Brushed back your hair,
And stroked your cheek.
You eyes met mine, so blue,
But turned away quickly,
Roses creeping into your cheeks.
I smiled softly and ran my hand,
Down the side of your neck,
Over your gently-curving breasts,
Down to your stomach and back up again.
My fingers crossed your clothed nipple,
Causing you to shudder.
I smiled and leaned in,
Kissing your trembling lips.
Once again, I pushed back,
The shimmering curtain of your honey-coloured hair,
Exposing your beautiful, blushing face.
You looked up at me and smiled,
Then did the most curious thing.
You held out a trembling hand,
And gently brushed my lips.
Then, your hand ran down the side of my neck,
Over my curving breasts,
Down to my stomach and back again.
You smiled when I shuddered,
And leaned forward to kiss me softly.
“My, my,†I whispered, “Aren’t we pretty?â€
“my, my,†you whispered, “I love you.â€