he speared me with his gaze,
his eyes singing passion's song
as i remained immobilised
by the searing intensity in his black eyes;
he, assessing the finer nuances of
my moist and throbbing lips,
(newly shorn for his convenience...)

a smug smile stretched
unrestrained across his face
as i remained imprisoned and subject
to his nefarious ways,
within the confines of his embrace...;
lying dormant...,
sequestered to his will
and the scintillating thrill
of what was to cum…,

as i waited. ...;

waited with abated breath
as i secretly wept
moisture pooling for his touch
subtle squirming for his thrust

as i waited...;

waited, sprawled and indiscriminate;
open, and subject to his behest
yearning for passion's crest
sprawled for his consumption,
the object of his relentless seduction
seeking my ultimate gratification,

as i waited...;

he, fine tuning me with his touch,
fingers tapping out a trebled fret
stringing me along,
percussion throbs resonating from
concave vortex
hitting against my walls
with rhythmic pitfalls
digits hitting succulent muscle
as he stared and dissected
my every corpuscle,
analysing my inner being
denigrating me to the role of his
passionate and subservient fiend,

as i waited…;

hearing the resounding throb
of my own drum beats
anticipating the rhythm
when he and i should ultimately meet,
as he elevated my feet,
he licking his lips salaciously,
and i panted and writhed wantonly,
toes arched and pointed
blatantly to the sky...

and then,
my wait was over.

he kissed me.

****
'Fro