Anticipation
Isn't it thrilling
I am willing
to meet another?
Physical touch
in the dark
lights a spark.
Lick of lips .
Tip of tongue.
The act has begun.
Fingertips lightly
skim the skin.
Let's begin.
Anticipation
of you sire
lights my fire.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2015
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