Thoughts of Him move through me, making it easier to breathe.
Imagining his hands on me, warmer than I remembered and soft. And firm.
His hands guiding me gentle to where He wants me to be.
I want Him to tell me where to go.

My mouth moves for Him, hungry.
Curious tongue chasing the flavors of His skin.
I listen for the sounds of His pleasure then smile to myself and move on.