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