Unsettling when I find myself waiting
muttered unsavory words under my breath, my lust for him consumes me
clouding my senses…All I can think of was the last night he was with me.
Drifts of honey flowing from between my legs, sweaty bodies, dimly lit room
and his scent…his masculine scent pushing my thoughts spiraling wildly like a brush fire
uncontrollably spreading within my senses.