Great Expectation

  With a smile of innocence
a slow hand down my thigh
Held me with attentive cravings,
which burns hot with expected desire.

Warm kisses down my neck
sparks passion’s electric pulse
inside, releasing  a rush of honeyed streams
which heeds to expectation’s true need.

Undressing in quick increments in subtraction
fingers exploring, rich velvety core
I'm feeling quixotic yearning.

Expectance burning
This hankering soul.

Tasting, soft wet creases
Embryonic hope rises, soars
In slow sculpturing of womanly curves

My imagined revealed?
Expectations' urging
thicken harden, steel

Granite moves within
 banks of my river folds
bated breath,
Yet, no tickle
of orgasm evolving

Thunderous rain, cum
No earth quaking?
Just granite falling
melting

Asleep, sated
Awake, pissed
Just what did I expect?

“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
― Alexander Pope