Seduction

For now,
I am trembling.
Left alone and weary,
spent and satisfied,
yet hungry for more.

For now,
I am trembling.
Your scent lingers
on my skin,
a sensual reminder.

For now,
I am trembling.
My lips, bruised
by your passion,
never felt so right.

For now,
I am trembling.
No water
shall pass these lips
and wash away your love.

Tomorrow,
my delicious pain
will be gone.

But, for now,
I am trembling,
waiting for the next time
you come to me,
bearing gifts
of pleasure and pain.
♠ ♠ ♠
First poem I have written in about a year.