Touching You from Inside

I recall many nights with you,
Under the skies of mid-December 
It seemed almost nightly, you were wearing that nightie 
We called it “ugly pink”, remember? 

My eyes would secretly glide
Up and down that satiny gown
Hungrily drinking, the shiny fabric clinging 
To every curve of your nubile mounds 

My attention fully stolen 
Your delicate rosebuds, pouting through
Heartbeat racing, as my gaze continues tracing
The encircling pink flesh revealed, too

Now you lay behind me; you spoon me 
Drawing the scent from the nape of my neck
Surely you knew, how hard I am for you
And by now you sense my intent

So I reach my hand behind you 
Sliding that satin over your hips 
Crisp air of autumn, kissing your bare bottom
My warm hand claiming your cool flesh  

Pulling you even closer
Til your thighs are brushing mine 
This is from where, I feel the cushion of hair 
Of your feminine mons against my spine

I summon your knee.
To cross over my hip
Completely unguarding and excitedly starting  
To ease open your private pink slit

My nervous hand continues 
With a love slow and tender  
Excited to hold, your petal soft folds 
Taking an innocence you’ll easily surrender

To the mouth of your arousal
Gentle fingertips arrive  
Pink wings stretched and wet, so eager to accept
My finger’s slowly exploring slide   

I hear the sweet release 
Of a soft and satisfied sigh
Then quick movement of your hips, join sharp breaths escaping your lips 
As I touch your orgasm from inside