Waiting

She said

I see that

your poetry bleeds

from your soul

It’s bound in your emotions

chained to your quill

owned by your

contemplations

They are like whispers

to my very soul

exploding into words

erupting like a fountain

written in tongues

that spill onto paper

And now you will

revel in how

your words tantalise

my soul and body.

Your voice of desire

sets my mind free….

~

So I stood

waiting for him

In the light of the window

Shadows of lace curtains

wrapped around my form

my eyes down cast

yet expectant

Waiting

Nipples hardening

For the door to open

on unrivalled pleasure

~

He stood

in my presence

Then came

the slinky

slithering of my

ophidian locomotion

As my body

curled around

making him mine

My willing victim

My tongue

fluttering

teasing

my mouth

opening

Teeth nipping

his neck

As I wrapped him

In the coils

of my desir

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