~*AnTiCiPaTioN*~

by Emilee Styles Cleary, from US

Similar to the emptiness of day's left un nourished.
My skin lies hungry for your touch.
Emptiness accompanied by the bittersweet longing.
I know this is passing time...all for you.
Passing through like an a silent stream...liquid.
I am uncontrollably drunk in my desire.
I reminisce back to that blustery Autumn evening..
Thursday I believe it all began.
I watched as your curves would rise and fall with each incoming breath..
Your body gripped by some far away dream... of me?
I was so content, so FULL of love then
Lost in all of you I had seen
and learned with silent stares and the simplicity of touch.
I remember how you left that Sunday Morning at daybreak
so silent you stole from my sight.
Now the only chance I get
is your presence in the night.
To hold you again.
Intoxicating, your touch leaves me light.
Your words... powerfully magnetic as they roll from your lips.
They capture me, vulnerable to your control
The breeze of your teasing scent
dances lightheartedly across my freckled cheeks.
Desperation is my tender trap.
Endlessly your love accompanies me...
as I shut off the last light in the hallway
and slide into bed.
A spot beside me kept warm for you.
The anticipation of my loves return.