... delectation

your touch burns deep in me
sending a shiver and wave of goose-bumps
I sit pert, erect, my spine trembling
how I long for your hands to graze my skin
how your words bring me to my knees
the heat of your stare
felt in places I don't dare speak aloud
your words incite, stir and provoke
you caress my pulse, my trigger
its not by your hands but my own
that explore and wander
oh, how delicate fingers do linger