A Stroke of Midnight

Blindfolded, my other senses scramble
Trying to make up for the lack of sight.
I feel the touch of your hot lips
Upon the cool skin at the curve of my neck
And a fire begins to burn inside
Spreading lower and lower
Until a moan slips past my lips.
You chuckle, your voice low and husky
And the sound seems to vibrate to places
Insides me that shouldn’t be reached.
Rough, work-calloused fingers caress and stroke
The curve my hips and trail down
But pause at the place
Where I want you most.
Then slowly, oh so slowly
You begin to work your magic again
And I’m hot, wet, and on that edge.
But just as I’m ready to take that plunge
You pull away and I snarl in frustration.
I quiet as I feel the heat of your body over mine
And then the blindfold is pulled loose and falls away
My eyes meet yours and I see
The silent question within those lust-darkened orbs.
I feel my lips curve up as I wrap my legs
Around your hips in answer and
See the answering smile on your face.
Lips meeting in a searing kiss
You surge forward into me and into bliss.
With each thrust, I’m being pushed
Further and further into that abyss
Until finally I fall into its dark embrace
Taking you with me as the clock strikes midnight.