Anticipation

Need and desire
Building within

Rising
Bubbling
Straining to be free

Hungry anticipation
Of the taste of you upon my tongue
Of the feel of your fingers upon my flesh

Yearning
To softly kiss your satin browness
To breathe in the sweet scent of you

Becoming intoxicated
As your heady aroma fills my lungs as surely as it permeates the barely moving air in this room

Turned away, you await

Contemplating which pleasures are to come

And considering which delights you,
Shall deliver
To me