Continuing my theme of fevered anticipation, another writing based on my recent experience of wanting someone so much I physically ache. Goddamn it April, hurry your ass up!
I am haunted
By the weight of your lips on mine.
The taste of you, the shape of you, the want of you.
Ghosts of those kisses
vibrate through my thoughts, words and deeds,
like a poltergeist ripping through me,
Shaking me to my core.
Uncontrolled lust rampaging,
making me wet.
Soaking, desperate, needy.
Ethereal threads of remembered embrace
entangle me tightly.
Wrapping me in a net of sensuality.
Where every movement is an electric pulse
to my cunt.
Through every vein
a visceral jolt of anticipated ecstasy
leaving me breathlessly