Anticipation

December 27, 2013

 

Eyes closed
waiting for you.
You take your time
knowing how intense
it feels when you tease.

I can’t move,
the softest of shackles
hold me, yet I cannot
but help
struggling
just a little.

I hear you move
the last of your clothing
shed,
and something else;
a chuckle
that sends a shiver
through me.

A match strike,
the sulphurous scent
mingles with the candle’s
flavor.

I hear a drip of water
and wonder what it will be:
Wax?
Ice?
Oil?
Feathers?

I can hardly wait.

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