Just there

The curve draws his attention.

Womanly.

Luscious.

Soft.

His fingers and lips

ache to touch

to plant a kiss.

Just there.

.

He yearns to know her scent

her feel

her taste.

He knows she’d sigh.

That she aches to feel his breathe

Just there.

.

So close.

She shudders in expectation.

Her thighs begin to tremble.

She holds her breath

waiting

wondering

where his lips

will land next.

Will they?

Just there...