Second Opinion

There is no blood rush of lust from my fingers on her naked breast,
sliding smooth and sighing slightly
until a gasping pause.

Back and forth as the natural in and out halts
but still a rise beneath my fingers.
Then it all stops.

Moments pass silently with all motion gone from my hands.
She turns, face to face, embrace, a breathless whisper to her ear.
"I felt it too."