To know you long to lay back in bed, 
your muscles relaxing on soft sheets, 
eyes half closed as your body acts on reflex alone, 
lips and legs slightly parting when I near you.

To know you quiver from fingers entering, 
eager but wanting to take the time you crave and deserve, 
to explore silky glistening folds coaxed open, 
heated nectar trickling with each slow pump 
your hips rise and sway to intensity the friction of.

To know those depths like no other, 
your scent tingling and lacing my pores, 
desire's fumes pulled into my lungs, 
swelling the places in me that 
must soon know you further.

The primal need surging there mirrors the yearning in you, 
where a delicate teasing dance builds like coils tensing, 
beginning to clench and flex around my fingers, 
like a tiny heartbeat racing beyond 
the rhythms within your chest.

To know you moan and echo my name in the air, 
when the pulsing overtakes and squeezes, 
pulling me deeper into sweet fiery rivers, 
I want to make them flow faster 
and coat my fingers like shiny clear oils.

To know there will soon be more, 
my tongue tasting your release, 
your hand guiding where I ache 
to where you still hunger for me.

There will be much more to explore, 
but for now my fingers will know
your depths like no other.