His finger tickles against my lips
Silently he checks my wetness
Not until I am sufficiently wanting he will start
Moaning quietly I await the verdict…
The first slap – ooohhhh – delicious
The second – yeeesss…. thank you
Third – fourth – fifth – sixth –
Back arched – bottom asking
Panting now – mewing like a kitten
The fingers return
Exploring
Probing
Holding my breath
They circle the switch 
Pressing
Pinching
And because he knows how–
— Quickly I feel the bubble
Because He has learned–
–I know it will soon be upon me
His electric touch sparks
The hot slaps return
Again – and again – and again
My panting transformed into gasping craving cries
His fingers return to my craving clit
His hot hand continues its work
Together they play me
Bringing forth the melody
The mysterious magical music
He is the composer
The song has breathless pauses 
Rising notes of violins
The heady beating of drums
His fingers and hand are one
My body his instrument
Playing towards the ecstatic end
The Crescendo
But I too have learned
I have learned it will not be so easy
It will not be so quick
I must wait
And wait
My strings plucked and played
Then left to rest…
Until He deigns it is time…
