Watch Me

I love when he watches me.
When my hands cup full breasts
and hold them up
like offerings
to the Gods.

I ache when he watches me.
Hips lifted, thighs taught
legs straining,
I am spread wide
and down and down I reach.

I need him to see all of me.
Fingers rubbing, pushing,
can he see this is what I desire?
I open up my body
to his hungry eyes.

I want him to hear me.
I moan and cuss and say
the most explicit things
telling exactly what I want
done to me.

I burn as he watches me.
As I push and arch
and pinch and bite
and find at last
my scream of final

Release me,
hear me,
see me,
watch me.