She watches him,
aching for his touch
Tracing the outline of his lips,
longing to kiss them.
His eager response,
thrilling her,
striking a chord,
deep and sensous.
She longs to feel his fingers,
gentle,
caressing.
Teasing her breast and taunting her,
making her yearn for more.
She imagines him,
tasting her
as she pleasures herself.
She can almost feel him,
easing into her,
making her gasp.
He turns and catches her eye.
She looks away.
Afraid he'll see.
Afraid he'll know her secret.