Anticipation

The anticipation of your touch,
creeping up on me.
Holding back, nervous,
wanting to taste you.
Thinking about what
is soon to come,
yet is still so far away.
Feel you spread my legs
in my imagination.
Touching my skin,
exploring your body.
The anticipation of your touch,
makes my imagination go wild.
Feeling your fingertips
run up my back, and
your lips on my lips.
Getting close enough
to smell your scent.
Getting close enough
to be one with you.

Shinemyrtle