Thursday, 10 July 2014
Your presence, felt from afar. The sense that you were there. Waiting. Planning your next move. With me feeling ready and filled with anticipation.
I sit here, my neck and shoulders open and already tingling, the light down covering my skin reaching out to you. Ready for your touch. Seeking you out. My thoughts split; my mind still in this moment and also racing ahead. Contemplating the lightness of your touch as your fingertips run and race across my curves like liquid passion but also here and now, feeling the need of you. The need for the resolution you bring me. Consumation. And fire.