Touch me with the voice
Of Anticipation,
Hungry and alive; I feel the agony of you
Caress my spine like a razor;
Your scent, warm and wet
Spills over me like blood;
And I long to scream,
But my claws are buried
In dreams of your flesh;
My fingers taste the heat of you,
But I cannot hear you
Through the smoke;
And I writhe with awakened hunger.
I can only wait,
And wonder.