Anticipation

Maybe it's just
the natural rhythms
of my body
that induce this wanting.

I find myself
with thoughts straying
to you, your lips,
your hands, that gaze.

My breath shallows,
my pulse quickens,
my body readies for you.

Torture.

I find myself
deep in fantasy;
my own hands
wandering as if they were yours.

Not enough.
My body craves you.