In fading nighttime hours
when shadows dance like bees drunk on flower
sugar,
when heat sways like boys new to love,
when wind caresses like lips full on
until stillness teases pure promise,
I pace delirious for your presence.
I bind myself aggressively to anticipation.
I scream silent expectations.
I commit you entirely to my space.
I attack with desire unceasing,
unbridled,
unrestrained.
Your breath is my prey.
Your curves are my trails.
Your mouth is my purpose.
Your pleasure is my reason.
Gladly, I’ll end time here.
Content.
Complete.
Confirmed.
- BAF
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