Sep 23, 2015
Anticipation
I remember exactly how I'd reach out to you,
both my hands on your cheeks to pull you closer
and plant a warm kiss on your lips.
Vividly, I watch as you close your eyes,
in wild anticipation,
for a chance of my lips parting to meet yours.
The way your eyes soften under the artificial light
when you look at me with longing.
I recall your impatient hands
as they run through every curve and edge of my wanting body.
How I'd writhe in pleasure
with every stroke of your palm;
with every warm flick of your tongue on my flesh.
These memories keeps me up at night;
they fill every fiber of my being.
Damn, I miss you.Â