Waiting

I sit

I sit…

Wait…

Blindfolded

Tied

Squirming

With thoughts

Of how

You’ll touch me

Burning

With urges

I cannot control

Longing

To hear footsteps

Feel your anxious breath

Upon my tender neck

Singe my ears

with dirty thoughts

I sit…

Wait…

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©MidwestFantasy

September 2019