Sated
Standing Waiting Yearning
Anticipation builds…. and burns
Every noise, or flash of light draws me
But it not you… Not yet. Not ever.
Ever is now. Your foot steps on the walk.
Your hand on the knob… on me. God, please
The door opens, our eyes meet.
The blood hums in my veins.
You stand there watching me.
A knowing smile, sly on your lips.
You move to stand behind me
No hand. No touch. No contact.
But I feel you there.
Radiating Power. Passion. Control.
A breath. A whisper. A word.
Your voice washes over me.
“Turn around”
I blink hand are in my hair
Pulling me to you.
Your mouth presses to mine, caressing crushing.
An assault of passion and possession
Your hand trails down to my robe
It melts beneath your touch.
A pool at my feet.
I stand before you
As your eyes feast
On the warm glow
Of my flesh
Naked Yearning Learning
I must touch,
I must see
Oh how I’ve waited
Your head shakes.
I am denied.
Tonight is yours To take
To give
As you please
So you touch and you tease
As I flush, I blush, I plead!
You play me like a prodigy
Your fingers upon my strings
The tension building
As my body sings
I drown in the sensation
Fingers Lips Tongue
You burn a trail everywhere you touch
I cry I crash I pray it never ends
When I think I can take no more
Nothing left to give
You prove me wrong
Send me spiraling again
I lay on a bed of sensation
Floating Dreaming Sated
