I am waiting for you to touch me.

I am imagining how your hands will feel
Slowly sliding across my hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what you will do with them
What you will taste with your tongue.

I am waiting for you to touch me.

I am imagining your fingers
Around my throat, underneath my chin
Urging me, urgently
Opening parts of me.

I am waiting for you to touch me.

Our pores will release
A lovely musky smell
And other parts of us
Release delicious things, as well.

I am waiting for you to touch me.
Waiting. Waiting.
Please don't make me wait too long.