every time i walk into a room
your hands are there
to touch and to hold
inviting me to run my long fingers through the soft uneven lengths upon your head
always on your lips
and in your heart
waiting for when i least expect it but need it most
in the way you move, the way you walk, the manner in which you stand
always for more
now would you care to sign on the dotted line?
your ring is waiting.
she waits for your arrival,
but with haste to finally be in the arms of her betrothed.
waiting for your approval.