What’s the hold up?

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Stripped, I wait with eager anticipation.

Kept in the dark, waiting.

Waiting for light.

Waiting for warmth.

Waiting for joy.

Waiting for warm fingers to glide over me.

Posing me just right. 

Waiting for those noises of approval. 

That make me blush.

Waiting for energy to surge through me.

Remembering that kaleidoscope glow.

Remembering that things had different weight.

Weight?

Weight that broke my pose. Uncorrected. 

I hear noise. 

I feel the air rush past me. 

A slight warmth.

Riddled with anxiety. 

Could it be? 

Bursting with desire.

Is it time?

I feel movement. 

The air around me is a cold I don’t know. 

Light!

AWE! Heavenly light. 

Light touch me!

I need more.

Yes, it’s time.

The wait is over!

It’s more glorious than I remember. 

No more wait. 

No more remembering. 

Posed just right.

Dressed in my finery.

Look at me shine!

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