Fantasy Unfulfilled

Eyes meet across a crowded room

Curiosity piqued, questions asked without words

Compulsion to touch and be touched unrealised

Secret smiles exchanged, needs recognised

Moving closer still, just enough to feel the breath on skin

Not so much that it is noticed by those unaffected

Lips move speaking one thing, eyes saying another

Only the eyes speak the truth

The truth of fantasies waiting to be fulfilled

Fantasies of soft skin against hard surfaces

Of warm hands exploring  hot bodies

Fantasies of arched backs and bended knees

Of being unmasked and boundaries crossed

Where the only restraints are ties that bind with pleasure

Chaffed wrists, nails scratches, bruised lips

Of begging with unintelligible screams

Fantasies of coming together skin slick with sweat

Tenuous link temporarily broken

Attention is called back to the crowded room

When they meet again lips and eyes are in sync

Speaking the same language, saying the same words

Words of goodbye in parting, speaking of promises to come

When satisfaction will replace curiosity

When desires will be brought to life