Tantric surfing
On a hot summer night, when the moon is full
And you can’t sleep, what do you do?
Toss and turn, read a book?
Masturbate or make love or have a look?
Sigh at the golden moon
Run barefoot in the grass
Feeling the cool damp air
Hearing the air conditioners whine
Smelling the freshness of night
As the stars twinkle and re-appear.
And softly with feather strokes
The hand caresses my eager skin
First hesitant and tentative
With gentle finger tips on my arms
Then firmer palm strokes
Up and down my legs and back
Circling round my buttocks
And gently stroking my hair.
Teasing my thighs
Circling my stomach
Exploring the sensitive bits under my upper arms
Awakens my senses
Inflames my desires.
Soft kisses all over my back
Trailing along my side
Deliciously stimulating my sexuality
Gently licking circles around my breasts
So that my nipples are softly sucked
Bring forth moans of pleasure.
As my body arches with need
Fingers finally find my wetness
Circling softly around my clit
With two fingers
Then up and down with three finger salute
As the juices start to run.
Rising and falling on waves of pleasure
My breath gets louder
Orgasms come and go
As my body vibrates to the rhythm
Begging for release.
Getting to the edge
But not going all the way over
Staying on the edge of pleasure –
Multiple orgasms
Without release
Relaxing the tension
Expanding the ecstasy
For as long as possible….
Tantric breath sound smell
Taste and imagery
Combines with silken touch
To take me to the pinnacle
And finally over
Coasting the waves to the beach
Lying naked on the sand
Satiated my needs
For this moment.
by Ally 19 January 2014