Anticipation

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Standing, waiting, anticipating your touch
Hearing, feeling, clinging to you
Leaning anticipating your hands
reaching to grasp my hips
Tugging me forward
Anchoring my body closer

Sensations heightened,
Feeling the heat
Permeating my soul
Anticipating your hand
Caressing my cheek
Without restraint.

Drawing in your flavor
Clinging to your waist
As your lips press firmly
Upon mine, gently persuading
Anticipating sweet surrender
to your passion, to your love
To our future

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