WAITING
dreaming,
hoping,
wishing,
lying across your lap,waiting,
waiting--
I can not help
but feel the fabric
of your dress,
gently rubbing,
rubbing,
rubbing between the legs
of my naked body.I become hard,
waiting,
You haven't even spanked me yet,
haven't even touched me yet,
but I'm tantalized,
knowing that you will give me what I want,
or maybe not what I want
but what I need,
what I crave \
Maybe then,
I will be able to be alone again,
and not be lonely.
I tense up asyour hand
caresses my bare bottom.
You momentarily make me forget
that you are not here as a masseuse,
that your dress is not a towel
as I begin to leak from the caresses
of the dress between my legs.
I begin to apologize,
but you shush me by saying
that is precisely what you intended,
for me to lose control
lying across your lap,
waiting,
waiting,
and I so desperately need
to lose control
of my body,
of my emotions,
Now,completely relaxed,
I await the spanks,
hoping that you will not stop
until my eyes are far wetter than your lap.
You raise up your hand
while I am waiting,
waiting for it to fall on my bare bottom,
waiting for my emotional release,
waiting for me to trust you,
waiting for me to trust myself,
waiting....
FREEZE!
Until I know you,
I will not know me.