Anticipation

the skin is cleaned.

the shower goes on
the curtain closes in
and then it opens

she comes out
naked and fresh
with so much
anticipation

the idea trickles
like icedropp melting
sugar under the hot sun

the tongue
does not really speak
it rolls and finds some treasures
the mind stops thinking
hormones rise and emotions burst

love is spoken
lust begins

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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