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
Feeling of you
near
in sultry darkness
woodsy masculine scent
faintly wafting ’round me
soft footsteps
sending shivers
along my skin
body already sensing
the dangerous choreography of
your hands and lips
fearful anticipation of your hunt
and dark needs
weakening me
as I quiver
with impatience
©MidwestFantasy
02/27/2018
Ph-Steve K Fine Art America
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