A Fantasy of Senses

I close my eyes.
I see the splay of your hair upon the sheet, softly colored by time and the sun.
Errant strands of silver and gold cling to your face.
My thoughts create the touch of your panted breath warm and moist against my neck.
My mouth anticipates the taste of a probing from your tongue.
My mind builds the pleasure of your bare breasts as they rasp against mine through the hair of my chest.
I imagine the strength of your legs scissoring around my naked waist.
My ears tune for the sounds of wet passion as our bodies repeat their connections.
I sniff the air in search of the smell of your woman’s musk.
My muscles tighten and my tendons begin to strain.
My heart races, I gasp for breath.
My eyes open, and I am still alone.