She didn’t have to turn to know he was behind her

His presence had a pull

She just couldn’t resist 

His full lips lightly brushed her shoulders 

And she shuddered

Closing her eyes 

Trying to calm her accelerating heart rate

She doesn’t want him to know how much he affects her

…at least not yet

But she’s a the source of his desires

So he noticed without touching her

Without seeing her face

The impact he has on her

Achingly slow, he unzips her body hugging dress

Revealing his intoxicatingly beautiful melanin canvas

Itching to touch her

But he knows that if he waits patiently she’ll make the first move

…such a tempting smooth canvas

He leans in and inhales her scent 

Making him rise a little more 

Tempted to touch 

Tempted to feel

Tempted to love her body

And yet he waits 

Waits to caress her like his favorite baby grand

Waits to kiss every inch, every birthmark, every breath 

Waits to slip his fingers in her warm heat

To groan at the sound of his fingers dipping inside her tight walls

To have his tongue bring her to a climax before he takes her

To have his eyes roll back when his tip meets her entrance 

So he waits 

Waits for her to turn around 

Waits for her to drop her dress

Cause he already knows

She has nothing underneath