Anticipation

08 January 2016

12:56

Through this fog of longing when I see your face

Your cheeks, your lips, with fingertips I trace,

Then you smile at me with infinite, tender grace,

And touch me back at your own gentle, slow pace --

Then each bit of your skin, the soft, the smooth, the rough,

Comes alive to my touch; but it's never quite enough

to taste your sweet mouth with unbridled hunger

as passion deepens as it grows stronger.

So beautifully you push me to the edge again

And pull me back from that gorgeous flight

and I grapple with emotion just to stay sane

watch your eyes glow with wanton love light --

So time stops, stills, anticipation untames:

I drown, I burn, I go up in flames.