The Far Off Stare
Watching every twitch, each squirm
Observing my skin as goosebumps form
Longing for your touch
Songs of passion in my throat
Claim me again, hum into my ear
Good girl
Revel in the bridge raised within my breast with each gasp of air
Breathe life into me with every mention of my name
Gazing upon my weakened state
Panting
Needing
Claim me again, pack my head with fuzzy tingles
Good girl
Entertain my howls and whimpers
How keen you are to my wants and needs
There it is
Focus in the far off stare
Focused on me
Watch me reach the apex of my soul
Andy N
Sun 6th May 2018 12:18
like apex of my soul as a last line in particular but a strong poem. enjoyed (: