Waiting In The Bedroom

Anxious in bedroom she cries out need for soak in delectable heat. Her mind sinks into impatience, harshly she raps her fingers. Her muffled taps on appetent bedspread, pines hard for his plunging feeling. She longs for the dark to explode hot…as fireworks, firmament-shivers, air pound to breathless. All she wants is one rough stone glittered to shimmering glow. But instead she fidgets with his wiggle, shaken at night given aches. His body a troubled tree. Bark has no bite for razzle-dazzled limbs. And hands him a whipped to a limped-out silence. Only thawed words can barely trickle on breaking the ice for her to ask, are you in or are you out? visit my poetry blog