Sitting here
Desire
Drives my mind

I can't contain the pleasure
As I grip the arms of this chair
And wait for you
To wake

Anticipation
Ah the best form
Of excitement
As my heart races
Pumping
Throbbing

Beads of sweat
Gather in the lines
Of my forehead
And dryness takes my mouth

My gift you are
To my wanton needs
The perverse
Forgivable no
Enjoyable yes

My forever
You
Have
Become