Anticipation

Feverish heat spreads across my body Thoughts of seeing you again Echoes of words electronically spoken A cascade of pent-up emotions Desire flowing like a tap open O! To be touch again by silken fingertips The erotic graze of fingers across my lips The head that holds your intelligence Rested upon my watered breast No sound except the ones in our world Swift currents of desire flowing Like the swelling of Rio Cobra River The sweet incense of your masculinity Pervading the diminished confines of the room And I bask in its aromatic seduction The blazing of two embers Where ashes once had covered Revealing the flare waiting to shine fair Who can take your place my love? No substitute can be found Your charm and grace Stretches way across the hills and vale Touching me even as I wait In feverish, anticipation