Anticipation

I am flushed,
His name on my lips
This little warm desire spreads through me
and swells, this
sudden lack of oxygen this
breathless rush of heat this
need that burns through.

Too bad I'm at work... and too bad He is so busy this week. Even if I do see Him there will be others around. No real punishment, just more promise.
It will be days and days before I am with Him again.
He sends me messages, makes His wishes known.
I confess my sins, my infractions and the tension in me grows tighter with each anticipated smack of punishment, each anticipated reward.
I struggle to steady my hands.
I lose focus.
At night I sleep with the smell of leather, the memory of sweat and sting.