I laid my head on her chest,

   Her nipples perked between

     my tongue and fingers.

I heard a story

   race through her body,

A familiar line

   as her hands pushed

      my kisses down

Inches, then centimeters

  until I was precisely at the plot

My determination fixated on the page,

She placed moans in

    rhythmical syntax.  

Well developed action

    that pulled the story further

Her breathing became heavy

    then paused, her back arched.

Her legs writhed

               left to right

  like flipped pages

She tensed as I found the mark

  then shook from satisfaction

   as I authored her release