All Mine
 
A hand that touches so gentle and light
A hand that fondles me, yet out of sight
Down my side and across my breast
Onto my nipple and, down it pressed

Then up and around, I let out a gasp
It feels so good to be touched, so relaxed
Between my breasts the hand travels down
Over my stomach it stops, I frown

A finger probes down lower, yes lower
Touches me there, I feel its power
My body tenses, relaxes and sighs
As I let out a big, wanton cry

I want to feel this so very much
I want to be pleasured, gently, not rough
This feeling is rising, making me cry
Oh! Yes, I think I will die

I gasp aloud, my breaths coming fast
Until at last I feel that it’s past
Yet what a shame it is to find
The hand that pleasures me – is mine