This Porn Poem was written for a very special someone as I sat on a busy tube heading into Eroticon one day. If anyone looked over my shoulder…I guess it tentatively fits in with the ‘holding hands’ theme for Wicked Wednesday but it wasn’t done purposefully.
Anticipation coiled tighter
than your rope around my limbs.
Pinned down by desire.
Remembering how you held me before you left me.
Straining to hear you, feel you in the dark.
Craving the illuminating spark of your tender brutality.
It is all too much and not enough.
Afraid and lusting.