Dillydallying along the delicate trail of her many erogenous zones;

her response to his diffident dalliance,

dithering around each piqued point of urgent anticipation:

her whimpers of reticent consent were transformed into

aching moans, then came

shrill, menacing mandates,

finally ascending into

bloodcurdling ultimatums

before he relinquished his hold on

his tormentingly withheld implicit promise of orgasmic release,

each time,

at each lush isle of intense awareness,

one after another,

just as she was on the brink of madness,

each ephemeral ecstasy was finally being triggered

by his masterfully tantalizing touch

exactly to evoke

this singular fleetingly eternal, ultimately, agonizingly pleasureful sensation

then,

after that islet’s sensual satiation,

moving deftly on to the next.

In the end, the protracted heptathlon of mini-climaxes

left her replete, depleted, enervated,

and yet languidly, gradually, then insistently rousing to new heights of innervation,

desperately hoping against hope to be ushered

into the next and ultimate paradise awaiting her

for her precious, simmering,

and now molten and cravenly, wantonly suppliant, eroticized flesh

until he would dare to take her over the edge

and on to the farthest apex of the erotic ascent,

where she would be screaming the primal, sacred, obscenities of joy,

as she rode those primeval, excruciating waves of rapture
to oblivious erotic bliss.