More than meets the eye (or less)

My hand trembles with anxious anticipation
Reaching slowly, ever so slowly,
Waiting, holding breath,
Expectant agony and heightened pleasure.
Peeling back the curtain of transparency between us.
The electrical impulses,
Falling wet against my tremulous flesh,
Rolling down, flush against my mouth,
My neck, my breasts,
Running in rivulets,
The hot embrace envelops me,
Cleansing,
Pressing into every crack and crevice.
My hand extends,
Holding gently in the curve of my palm,
Twirling, with intention,
Until it ends.