I feel my pulse
Quicken steadily;
My fingertips
Perspiring readily,
The anticipation
In my every sense;
Of you coming near
My invisible fence,
Vulnerable to my emotions
It protects me;
But you tear it down
Flimsy no one can see,
I take you in through every pore;
Beauty to my eyes;
Your scent unnerves my core,
The very thought of you
Like an illusion;
Every curl of your hair;
Every curve like a mission,
You wield this control
Unlike any king or power;
If only I could wait
For your command but I cower,
As you touch me
Shivers run through my soul;
What I wouldn't do
But for one kiss no bell would toll,
Your parting lips
To my sight a rose in bloom;
Supple skin and flesh
I wish to hold
Take in my doom,
For; you break my self-control
To give in to this;
What may it be called?
My forbidden bliss...
© okpoet