The Restless Poet

I envision the door swinging open when you hear my gentle tap, and I stand before you, clad only in my white coat. Your gaze locks onto mine, unwavering as you approach. With ever the slightest movement, you close the door and as you lock it, you gently press me against the desk, your fingers tracing the buttons, slowly undoing them one by one.

As your face buries in my breasts, a rush of adrenaline courses through me. Your hands caress the curves of my body with tender deliberation, our heartbeats synchronizing with each pulsing kiss. Leaning into you, I bury my face in the warm, inviting depths of your neck. In this moment, we become one, our passion deepens, time stands still.

As we stood there, lost in our desires, the world outside melted away. The desk, the room, the entire universe condensed into the space between us. The walls vibrating in time with our bodies.

Your hands roamed my skin, tracing the contours of my form with reverence. I felt worshipped, adored, and cherished. My own hands explored the planes of your chest, the ridges of your abdomen, and the gentle curve of your neck.

Time lost all meaning as we savored each moment. The clock on the wall ticked away, a distant hum that only served to heighten our awareness of the present. Every second was a gift.

As our lips parted, gasping for air, I gazed into your eyes. They burned with a fire that mirrored my own, a flame that threatened to consume us both. I felt the room spin, my knees weaken, and my heart soar.

In that instant, I knew I was yours, completely. The wait was over. What I had imagined did not compare to the reality of being in your arms. Every fantasy, every dream, every whispered promise was eclipsed by the sheer intensity of our connection.

Entwined, we longed to savor this moment, the world outside receded further, leaving only the thrum of our hearts and the measured whispers of our breathing. It was as if fate had conspired to bring us to this perfect convergence of love, desire, and surrender.

Your hands roamed my skin, tracing paths of fire that left me shivering with delight. I felt the roughness of your fingertips, the gentle pressure of your palms, and the sweet, sweet warmth of your touch.

And then, in a movement that was both tender and urgent, you lifted me onto the desk, your hands cradling my hips as you drew me closer. I felt the coolness beneath me, the soft rustle of papers and pens scattered aside, and the gentle give of your body as you pressed against mine.

In that moment, I knew nothing else mattered. Not the world outside, our fears or doubts, or the uncertainties of the future. All that mattered was this, us, now – this perfect moment of connection that would stay with me forever.