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Anticipation
A Poem
your eyes tell me all I need to know
about what kind of man you are
and what kind of lover you’d be
your gaze sharpens
like a hunter locating prey
in the view finder
your lips don’t ask any questions,
and maybe I’m wrong for ignoring that
as your mouth begins to claim mine
your hands find every hint of softness
to clash against each fine edge of yours
until we’re just friction wrapped in skin
you drink me in, nice and slow,
but I can’t help closing my eyes
and wishing you were someone else
you tremble with so much desire,
and I wish I could meet you there
on that brink — but I can’t
because his green eyes still haunt me
as if he’s laid a curse on me for all my days
so that no one else will ever matter quite as much
your kiss waits for answers I can’t give,
so I pretend to let my lips play at truth
even though I can’t stop thinking of him
