Tuesday, 3 July 2012

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

1 comment:

  1. The pictures eunderlines it perfectly
    Dark and brooding, yet captivating and intense