anxious before you
Will you enter quietly like steam to a desert?
Sneak up behind me and press your hot body against mine?
Will you turn me around
rain on me gentle
and pour over my breasts with the delicious sensation of hands cupped fully?
Will you knead me with new desires?
Will you lay passionate lips upon my neck?
Will you grow thunderous
a powerful storm
knocking us from our feet?
Will you be the winds that entwine us all night
till we become two clouds of steam by morning
calm and spent
floating in each other’s arms?