Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Anticipation Is it binding When eyes blindfolded Can be released As easily as a tug? Silken scarves Loosely tied Yet hands free Leave eyes encumbered. Skin lightly touched Yet not, never knowing Not desiring Knowledge of the next caress, But wanting, needing Feed my ravenous hunger For what is not known Be it ice trailed Loose, circled about my nipples, Or the brush of fresh strawberries Scented lightly on my lips - Just a bite Sucking your thumb I scream my need In whispers begging Of what may be. I feel your excitement To be released When it may be Is but anticipated. I want But not know When wants To be fulfilled Become fulfilled. The hunger In anticipation Of the feast Is sweetest. poet