- Erotic Poetry
- Anticipation
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Anticipation
By
Alex Hore
Oh, you rude thing!
She drives me crazy.
I feel the air move
as it swings past
so close to me.
My ears hear the sounds,
of the swishing.
As it cuts a path
through the air,
so near to me.
I flinch.
My muscles quiver.
My tongue flicks out,
to moisten parched lips.
There is no contact,
So I relax yet again.
The hand touches my back,
pushing me forward and down.
It is hot, burning against me,
Against the coolness of my skin.
I shudder at the touch.
My legs are tense,
my thighs squeezed tight.
The anticipation is mounting,
I can no longer stand it.
My nerves are at breaking point,
They are jangling and twitching.
My breath comes in ragged pants,
The moans escaping my dry throat.
Every swing is nerve-wracking.
Every swish is a step closer.
I expect to feel it soon
and she knows that I expect it.
The cut of the cane in the air,
the swing of the arm from on high.
Give me some,
one I cry, at least one.
I will her to strike.
I need the pain now.
More than anything,
I need it.
To take away the anticipation.
