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.