I Don't Have Enough

Oh, mon cœur, I wish I had so much… more to give you. That I knew more languages with which to speak my love to you. More skill to craft those words. More time, for us to explore each other's minds and souls to our hearts' content…

But what I really need, mo ghrá…

What I really, really need…

Right now.

Is more hands with which to touch you.

One, to cup your cheek as I lose myself in the beautiful depths of those brilliant sea greens…

And another, to find its way to your back, fingertips softly tracing along the perfect curve of your spine…

One, to rest on your waist, pulling you gently closer to me as it glides slowly down your hip…

One more, combing softly through that most lovely of all hair…

And one to trace its way up your tummy to find a breast, guiding your nipple to my eager lips…

And yet another, to take your hand, beautiful and elegant, and press it into the bed behind you…

Still another, to grasp your perfect ass, pulling you closer and closer, so that you can feel just how very much I've been looking forward to this moment…

And one to trace out your sweet lips before you taste my fingertip as it presses into you…

One to cup your other breast, teasing your nipple with my thumb.
One gently but firmly pulling apart your thighs
One reaching down to explore the warm softness between your legs
One tracing down your spine, your tailbone, down and down
One guiding your hand to wrap itself around me
One, fingers glistening and hidden

One and one and one and one and one more.

Everywhere.

Each nerve ending. Every pleasure center.

Every. Where.

You. Loved and explored. Worshiped, wholly.

Ahhhhh, babe…

I may not have enough, but this I swear…

I will do everything that I can
With everything that I have.

Always.

For I am yours.