The Faceless Lover

He looks at me as a whole
As though I were a gift saved best for last
His eyes move from mine to my toes and through me
My heart flutters, my breath quickens through the slowness of my chest
My lips swell awaiting his to meet them
His expert hands search me as his eyes never leave my own
I hear his voice speak exquisite things into my ear as he opens his gift
He begins to slowly open the gift all the while admiring it
This gift he experiences with passion and taste
Yet through it all I can not see his face
I can feel him ravage me
I can even see the rest of him
Yet he still has not shown his face to me
I can see his eyes and taste his kiss
I can hear his every word
Yet he still has not shown his face to me
He has visited me in my dreams and mind
He seems to wait just long enough to allow me to think I have forgotten
Then he comes to me when I least expect
He delivers a memorable tantalizing experience that can only be passion
He teases me with these things
He makes me long to find him
Yet I know the game is we must find each other
I am not to seek him out but wait patiently
For we will meet very soon
The moment is so close and time must not waste
If only I could see his face.