You can watch me,
Listen to each moan,
Feel the tension in the air,
But not touch, not now.

This doesn't involve you,
It is my pleasure,
My enjoyment,
My own personal bliss

Laid out on the sheets on display,
Almost in invitations,
Hands cupping each breast,
Pulling at each firm nipple.

Quiet moans from my lips, 
Increasing your torture,
And my bliss.
Drawing up my knees,

And spread my thighs, 
My passion glistening, 
Against my pale skin, 
Each finger touching, spreading.

Your need to taste, 
But I have instead, 
Tasting the liquid gold, 
That flows from each touch.

My hips arching, 
Pressing towards you, 
As one finger disappears inside, 
Then another.

Do you want to see it?
That moment I cum, 
My body uncontrolled with 
Rippling waves of ecstasy.

While you grip your erection.
Needing to sink deep inside 
My wet walls, 
To feel them tighten and make you cum.

You can't. 
It's my private moment 
To love myself 
And enjoy my pleasure not make yours.