Anticipation

“So, my love, won’t you take
all these thoughts away
and help me get lost in you?”

The mere thought
of having your hands
travel across my body
in a slow,
agonizing motion
leaves me weak
in the knees.
And I’m shaking
like a leaf,
anticipating the next time
those hands of yours
will find my skin again.
These goosebumps
only serve as a reminder
of how much
I crave your touch.
So, my love,
won’t you take
all these thoughts away
and help me get lost in you?

© Sarah Doughty

I need to feel you
like I need air in my lungs.