UNTITLED

I feel his touch,
soft and gentle,
then it is gone.
I wait,
anticipate,
silently pleading.
A touch,
a caress,
a whisper in the darkness.
Still he makes me wait,
my mind wanders,
questioning.
At last his touch,
and the world is gone,
leaving only him and me.
My mind is free,
my body follows,
ecstasy.

LOU

Sitting,
watching the vast horizon.
Its tendrils of light keeping a firm grip,
on her hopes,
her fears.
Its power setting the sky ablaze,
orange,
yellow,
purple,
red.
Passion finally revealed,
a speck,
a horse,
a man.
The darkness behind him,
held at bay,
by the light of her eyes.

I feel you touching me
unable to touch you back.
My hands at my side
where you told me to keep them.
My eyes closed tightly
covered with your tie.
I stand there anticipating
wondering what you will do next
hoping you can read my mind.
And then you fulfill me
as you lean and whisper in my ear
the naughty things you plan to do.
I grow wet with desire
my nipples harden
my legs tremble
my breathing quickens.
You laugh as you notice my excitement
the desire your words have brought to me.
I groan as you walk away,
knowing you have decided to play
our little game.
I listen for you
my lover
my friend
my playmate
my fantasy.
I hear you in the living room
watching TV
reading the paper
anything to make me wait.
You control me
own me
enslave me
bringing me
to the height
of rapture.
I moan
thinking of the control you have over me
and the freedom it brings
to fly free.
Your footsteps
light and steady.
I hear you approach
and I beg for release.
Your fingers
rub me
and I scream your name
as I explode
against your hand.
And I hear you
whispering
your pleasure
with me.
I am fulfilled.

Friday I awake,
content, relaxed, happy.
I feel your arms around me
and smile at the memory
of Thursday Night.

Saturday I awake,
it's late and I am rested.
I bound from my bed and
go about my day still thinking
of Thursday Night.

Sunday I awake,
it's early but I am rested.
I spend a lazy day in my home
thinking of your bed and the things we did
on Thursday night.

Monday I awake,
it's early and I'm hurried.
Spending my day tracking numbers
and irritable phone calls wishing it were
Thursday night.

Tuesday I awake,
my headache has returned.
The day flies fast filled with
requests and files and endless queries and I vaguely recall there was
a Thursday night.

Wednesday I awake,
it's early and I'm running late.
I spend the day in a frantic haze
running to and fro as the day drags ever so slowly towards
Thursday night.

Thursday I awake,
and once again I'm running late.
My co-workers laugh and tease
about the smile on my face because tonight
is Thursday night.

Thursday night
your arms embrace me
your fingers caress me
you smell me, taste me,
take me to my limit and
pleasure me as only you can
and then I sleep
dreaming
of my
perfect
Thursday night.