Erotica: Desire

There we were naked and alone. Alone being only half alone, us and the noisy campground around was only separated by a thin sheet of plastic. We were at a music festival and I had only just met you. You kissed me passionately as I laid back on my half deflated air mattress. Your hands slip on my body, they felt rough from days of dirt.
Lost in the forest, you found me. In the shade of the strobe light, between the big room bass, your hand found its way into mine. Your dance moves were perfect and charming, making me laugh at your courage. Our faces so close, cheek to cheek, you inched for more. Our lips meant in a surprise bump to the beat, much to my delight. My tongue was deep in your mouth, wrestling with yours for motivation. I felt your hand on my waist, then my ass, then my crack. You were fast to act and I liked it, your confidence shined bright.
I poured hand sanitizer onto your hands, you laughed at my attempt for romance. I felt your squeaky clean hands on my body in the dark. First my calves, then knees, then thighs. You moved your way up my thighs slowly, pausing right at my hungry appendage. I was helpless in the dark, you were torturing me with your silence.
The simple silence you put me through feels like a stubbed toe. The pulsing of my heart beats for the reply of your texts, the sound of your voice, the imperfections in your smile. Do you think we did all that we could? In the world we live in, you and I used to fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces placed so preciously. Your skin on mine was something I could only dream of, now the thought of it perplexes even me. Do I like the idea of you or the whole of you? The questions that marathon my mind seem to bring such self doubt I don’t even know who I am. Your name makes laps around my brain, battering my brain cells. The thought of you just isn’t enough for me anymore. I need your physical touch, the physical you, the real you.