The taste of anticipation

Ran wild with wicked desire

As she fuels my soul with temptation

My mind.. in hypnotic mire.

 

Conquest was well within in my grasp

As she pressed her lips to mine

I tremble with her slightest touch

And her lips taste so sublime.

 

My chest grows tight… my body numb…

Young love,  and sweet release

As, I now lie in a deepened trance

From loves first passionate feast.

-Antony King © 2016

 

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