Waiting

16 July 2015

Thursday

To make your arms, my home

And the hollow of your neck, my haven

To feel your breath on my forehead,

While my head rests on your shoulder

To inhale the scent that’s unique to you

To feel you in my lungs and breathe you

To kiss you deep and be kissed right back,

With a passion that’s devoid of dignity or grace

To bite you and dig my nails into you,

As your tongue traces me neck down

To writhe under your body

And burn with the desperate desire

of being touched by you,

To feel that fire and be doused in it

Honey ! I am waiting, for you to be home.