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