Anticipation
Your Warm Breath, Soft On My Neck.
Your Throaty Voice, Quiet In My Ear.
Your Questioning Eyes, Mirrored In Mine.
Your Inviting Scent, Musky But Clean,
Raising Goosebumps On My Arms,
And Tiny Hairs At The Small Of My Back,
And Memories Forever After When It Finds Me.
All My Senses Heightened, Awake Now,
A Slow Burn From The Inside Out,
Until The Fire Flushes My Cheeks,
And Clenches My Fingers,
And Closes My Eyes,
And Melts Away My Doubts.
And You’ve Never Even Touched Me.